The bronze door, with its dark, heavy material, was engraved with ancient patterns.
Yushou An stood before it, slicing open his palm and pressing it against the door. His mermen blood flowed out, reacting with the door like a living entity, spreading along the intricate patterns.
The dense engravings lit up, the bronze door emitting a glow that illuminated the seabed within a ten-zhang radius. Slowly, it began to open.
A massive suction force erupted. Yushou An, being the closest, was the first to be drawn in. Without resistance, he allowed the current to pull him through the door.
Seeing this, the others hesitated no more and approached. Lu Xuan, holding Cheng Lingzhu's hand, entered side by side.
Behind them, the bronze door closed slowly, and they found themselves in a narrow, elongated corridor.
