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Perplexed and intrigued, Morgana took a step towards the inner stone chamber.

Originally, Morvel Bazin’s chamber was solitary, just an outer one.

At that juncture, Morvel had embarked on his second five hundred years of cultivation, having attained the state of Bigu. His days were devoted to meditation, free from the need for sleep, sustenance, or even restrooms.

Upon ushering Morgana and Lucius back into the cavern, Morvel wielded his blade to carve two sleeping chambers, a kitchen, and a lavatory for their use.

In consideration of his undisturbed practice, Morvel had fashioned an isolated stone chamber for himself, thereby expanding the count of stone rooms to five.

Morgana scrutinized the initial four stone chambers. But upon reaching the fifth, the very existence of that chamber remained an enigma. The gateway to the fifth chamber had transformed into a seamless, impenetrable stone wall.

Fingertips tracing the smooth surface, Morgana spoke softly, “Master, as your time approached, you summoned me and senior brother to entrust the rites of your passing. I uttered a few heartfelt words in haste, and you bade me leave. Lucius and I hastily departed, and ever since, your stone chamber vanished. My cultivation was feeble back then, making it impossible for me to distinguish whether it was an illusion or a mystical enchantment…”

From her waist, Morgana produced a ribbon and with a deft flick, it stiffened and straightened, resembling a silken sword. This silken sword was Morgana’s magical instrument. Now, the blade’s edge resonated with an eerie hum.

Morgana pointed it at the stone wall, gritting her teeth. “Today, I will pierce through your sanctuary to uncover your secrets!”

With resolve, Morgana channeled her reiki into the blade’s edge, transforming it into a ferocious assault, slashing towards the smooth stone wall.

day. She had since unlocked the Soul Palace, her

blade. Now, Morgana wielded the same

as her blade’s tip grazed the surface, an unforeseen

Morgana’s sword flying and

seemingly ordinary stone wall concealed such

was

this the master’s

“Master! Your disciple, Morgana, has

her plea, Morgana scanned her surroundings warily for any signs of

succumbed to his thousand-year lifespan, and this is a safeguard

Determination ignited within her.

her resolve. “A formation it may be, but it will wane eventually.

might, she struck at the stone wall. A resounding crack followed, and then a

numbed, and her sword was sent flying once

formation was potent, but its

did the force not diminish after the first recoil, despite clearly