“Senior, please calm down, Senior.”

Gongyang Han said anxiously, “Have you forgotten? We are the disciples and descendants of your former friends.

You just said you would let us leave here.”

“Huh? Did I say that?”

Miss Chai tilted her head in confusion and asked, “I’m getting old, and I can’t remember many things.

What’s your name again?”

The White Lotus Sect Leader breathed a sigh of relief, “This junior is called Gongyang Han.”

Miss Chai asked, “Gongyang what?”

“Gongyang Han.”

Miss Chai nodded, then asked again, “What kind of 'yang han' (foreign sweat) is it?”

“Gongyang Han.”

“Gong what sweat?”

The White Lotus Sect Leader's eyes twitched. He took a deep breath, not daring to let this forgetful demon cool down, so he patiently and politely said, "This junior's name is, Gong, Yang, Han."

“Oh, I remember now.”

Miss Chai nodded and said, “Since you are the disciples and descendants of my friend, then you can leave.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gongyang Han bowed, overjoyed, and glanced triumphantly at Yu Qingqiu and the others opposite him.

Yu Qingqiu's face was gloomy. He didn't say anything to stop him, just watched coldly.

When Gongyang Han turned around, he was stunned to find that the stone door of the underground palace had automatically closed at some point, and was covered with a thick layer of ice.

A sense of unease rose in his heart. He pushed aside the White Lotus followers and quickly walked forward, pushing the stone door with his sleeve covering his hand.

He found that the door was frozen solid by the ice and fused with the wall. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't push it open.

Gongyang Han turned his head, "Senior, this is..."

"Oh, didn't I say,"

Miss Chai said indifferently, "Before I died, I was possessed by demons and fell into the demonic path. After killing my enemies, my magical power went berserk, and I had no choice but to fall into a long sleep.

This underground palace is the tomb built for me by my three disciples.

It is both for me to recuperate and see if I can regain my sanity,

And to imprison me here to prevent me from escaping in a state of madness and causing harm to the world.

So the setting of these doors is that they can only be opened from the outside.”

"Ah?"

Gongyang Han's eyes widened, "Then what should we do?"

"Well... in the past, my disciples would also take advantage of my sleep or when I was awake and rational to send people to maintain and repair the underground palace.

One group of people would enter the underground palace for repairs, and when they wanted to leave, another group of people would open the door outside,

Taking advantage of the gap when the stone door closed, they would all evacuate,"

Miss Chai rubbed her chin and said indifferently, "But looking at the dilapidated state of this underground palace, I guess my disciples have also died prematurely.

Why don't you sit here for a while first?

I feel that in another four or five hundred years, my magic power will be restored to its peak, and I can help you open the door.”

Four or five hundred years... by that time, we will all be dried meat, Senior...

Gongyang Han resisted the urge to vomit blood, glanced at the faint sneer on Yu Qingqiu's lips opposite him, and felt a surge of anger.

Now, probably everywhere in Luzhou City are people from the Martial Virtue Guard and the West Factory.

Even if his father, the Guangmu Protector, wants to send someone to rescue him, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait.

If the door can only be opened from the outside,

Then the next wave of door openers will most likely be people from the Martial Virtue Guard...

Damn it,

I can only use magic to force my way out.

Gongyang Han took half a step back, raised his hands to the sky, and two red flames rose from the palms of his hands, turning into two pillars of fire, and blasted towards the door.

Tss—

As soon as the ice layer came into contact with the flames, a thick mist rose up, spreading like a thick fog.

As the White Lotus Sect Leader, the natural treasures he took, the cultivation techniques he learned, and the spells he cast were naturally the best in the world.

Among his peers, there were very few who could surpass him in the art of magic.

Unfortunately, there were too many special effect worms.

They lurked in the stone walls, constantly spewing out low-temperature liquid,

To compete with the red flames that burned and corroded the ice layer.

From Gongyang Han's perspective, for every centimeter of frost he wore away, the ice layer on the door would automatically thicken by two centimeters in the misty air.

With this ebb and flow, the ice on the door not only did not become thinner, but became thicker.

Moreover, he had not detected any magical fluctuations at all, as if the stone door was automatically generating frost.

Human power has its limits, and before long,

Gongyang Han's face was pale, his steps faltered, he couldn't stand steady, and he leaned back, supported by the white-browed old man.

"Let's go together."

The white-browed old man helped Gongyang Han up and nodded to the other White Lotus followers.

The White Lotus disciples stepped forward together, each using their own methods,

Knocking, hitting, smashing, burning, hammering, corroding...

Until everyone stopped, panting, the ice on the stone door showed no signs of decreasing.

"This subordinate knows the art of passing through walls. Let this subordinate try. See if I can pass through the stone door and open the passage from the outside."

A White Lotus disciple bit his lip, cupped his fist to the white-browed old man,

Removed his upper garment, bit his fingertip, and used the blood from his fingertip to draw talismans all over his forehead, face, and torso.

After resting for a while, he resolutely walked towards the stone door and reached out to touch the ice layer.

The White Lotus disciple shivered subconsciously, but he still gritted his teeth and stuck to it.

His body slowly merged with the ice layer.

Among the vast sea of strange spells in the world, the art of passing through walls is one of the most well-known.

The principles of the wall-passing techniques of various sects are different, and their essence is high and low.

There are high-end wall-passing techniques similar to teleportation techniques, such as opening a door on this wall and being able to reach a place thousands of miles away by pushing the door open,

There are also low-end wall-passing techniques commonly used by thieves and bandits, which involve contracting bones and flesh and drilling into narrow gaps.

The wall-passing technique used by this White Lotus follower is actually to erode his own form, allowing his body to merge with the substance he touches, thereby passing through an insurmountable material barrier.

When used to the extreme, it can even traverse the entire mountain valley.

But this kind of spell also has irreparable flaws.

If it is disturbed in the slightest during the casting process, the magic power will be disordered and forced to withdraw from the wall.

In severe cases, the internal organs will turn into mud and die on the spot.

The White Lotus followers present watched nervously as the man slowly melted into the stone door and disappeared.