An ancient stone gate stood before him.

The lintel had long since crumbled, half-buried in decaying leaves and soil. One of the massive stone doors had collapsed, while the other was tightly entwined with thick tree roots and vines, almost becoming one with the mountain wall.

If not for Lin Mo's heightened spiritual senses, sharpened by practicing the Immortal True Scripture, detecting a faint, unnatural energy fluctuation, he might have passed by a hundred times, dismissing it as a mere landslide.

Lin Mo's heart instantly tightened.