Pei Jinye stood silently within the spiritual world of the elder.
Doors locked one after another revealed the taboos of this place.
Corridors formed by countless iron doors stretched out, long and deep, as far as the eye could see.
"I used to hear that the secrets of important people are locked away, it turns out it's really like that."
Pei Jinye watched as the black line that Broken Drake had transformed into tried to crash into the iron door, but was clearly repelled by an invisible force.
"It's extraordinary power."
Pei Jinye narrowed his eyes.
He thought of the methods used by Judgement Place in later times to manage memories; although not exactly the same, they gave Pei Jinye some ideas.
Maybe he could make use of them.
The black line staggered to the end of the memory corridor, where there was no more road to follow, and it lashed out in its death throes.
Pei Jinye gave no quarter in the face-off, snapping his fingers.
A sizzle.
