A phantom appeared before Tian Yi, dressed in a hundred robes. His expression was indistinct and his face impossible to make out, yet he seemed to exist between dream and reality, as if he were dreaming and not dreaming at once.
The twelve Chosen, in other words, the twelve factions, fought fiercely for supremacy. They competed for top positions in each region, earning promotion step by step.
Tian Yi entered a spacious hall. A plaque stood directly ahead. Just as he was about to go in, he noticed a line of writing on the archway: The Heavenly Dao must not be spied upon!
He put away the jade pendant and continued looking for books. One book recorded some details about the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. According to legend, the pavilion was built more than three thousand years ago, in a barren place.
The secrets of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion lay underground, in the hardest rock. It was built eighteen levels below the surface.
The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was built beneath the earth, but how had anyone dug down that far? Even three thousand years ago, let alone today, excavating three feet into solid rock would be difficult. Digging eighteen levels down would be an enormous undertaking.