Lu Ren didn't pay much attention to these things; they were almost all hidden in dark corners and had become the norm in the Seeking Truth Realm.

Just like the dust in the real world.

Harmless, yet disgusting.

Though harmless, to ordinary people they remain quite dangerous.

Ascending the steps and entering the main hall, Lu Ren reached out his hand to lift open the stone pillars and the unknown purple beams ahead.

With Lu Ren's actions, the palace complex that seemed to have been silent for millennia finally made a sound.

Sound?

Lu Ren raised his eyebrows slightly, quite surprised that sound could be transmitted in this place; was there air outside?

A pore on his body slightly contracted, expanded, cautiously absorbing a portion of the external gas. After it was filtered through a strange membrane in his body, his expression slightly relaxed. He then opened his mouth and took a deep breath of Long Qi.

This place actually contained air, and the concentration of negative ions was quite high. If people lived in such an environment long-term, they would absolutely prolong their life and be healthy.

After clearing the pile of rubble in front, what came into view was a decoration akin to a woman's boudoir.

The boudoir decor seemed elegant, and the silk on the large bed not far away, made of materials unknown, remained unchanged after countless years. Apart from a layer of dust, the soft colors inside were still visible.

Lu Ren approached, gently touched the silk, and in the next moment, the silk, under the slight vibration from his touch, shattered into countless pieces, falling to the floor.

The surroundings of the bed, copper mirror, dressing table, and some small puppet-like contraptions appeared to be made of wood of unknown type.

After such a long time, it surprisingly retained its original form, which was quite remarkable.

After feeling around the bed, the bedding had rotted into clumps of plush entirely unfit for sleep, and not finding anything particularly noteworthy,

Lu Ren moved to the table and chairs by the window, observing the small wooden dolls placed on it. The carver was rather meticulous, as if to pass the time, even the fine details of the fingers were carved onto these wooden figures.

Vivid and lifelike, yet unfortunately lifeless, for over countless years the spiritual essence the carver infused had completely lost.

Lu Ren picked up a palm-sized doll of a woman in palace attire, brushed off the dust, revealing its genuine appearance.

Even Lu Ren felt a sense of awe.

Though without any color, maintaining the natural wood look, the carver's countless efforts still perfectly exhibited the peerless elegance of this palace-attired wooden doll woman.

A stunning beauty.

"Wow, if this woman truly existed, having a go with her, even death would be worth it!"

Xu Fu exclaimed, his face filled with marveled regret.

"But the world has aged so long ago, beauty fades, and youth ages easily; having survived till now, she would probably have turned into an unrecognizable old demon, wouldn't she?"

Saying this, Xu Fu silently glanced at Chang Xin sitting far off, evidently reflecting on something.

Beside him, Kong Qiu also stared unblinkingly at the wooden doll in Lu Ren's hand, sighed, and said, "Desire for food and sex is human nature, my descendants were right in saying so!"

Subodhi clasped his hands together, glanced at the doll in Lu Ren's hand, then quickly withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyelids with a serene expression.

"My Buddha, Tathagata!"

Chen Xuzi stroked his goat beard nostalgically, saying, "In my youth, I also had a splendid appearance like polished jade and once encountered such a lovely person."

"Oh, and what happened after?" Xu Fu hurriedly asked.

"Afterwards..."

Chen Xuzi sighed lightly, "To seek the Tao and immortal fate, I resolutely left her and entered the Mingyang Sect for cultivation. Fifty years later, when I descended the mountain after achieving some success and saw her again, she was elderly with grandchildren in abundance. Missed, utterly missed!"

Saying this, Chen Xuzi also surreptitiously glanced at Chang Xin, clearly harboring a deep impression left by witnessing her physical form in the Moon Palace on the Moon.

Chang Xin's gaze flickered; someone who once attained the Human Immortal Path Fruit certainly possesses a meticulous mind - how could she not discern the underlying meaning in these scoundrel's words?

Chang Xin said coldly, "If this were outside, every one of you would be dead."

Although her tone was cold, the underlying sharpness cut into their hearts like a blade, making them shut their mouths tightly without uttering a word.

These men were also in for a slap and cheap talk, but they understood that teasing a tigress a little could spice things up; if one's eyesight was lacking and continued the folly without intelligence, the consequences would be dire.

The opponent, despite being a caged tiger bullied by dogs, once attained the Human Immortal Path Fruit and was a True Immortal, belonging to the unimaginable Great Power Level.

Lu Ren wasn't bothered by the clamor in the Inner Realm, or rather, each of these beings was an old fox; some could even be described as having no moral baseline. If not absorbed in the early stage, they would have been mercilessly executed by now.

Putting down the doll in his hand, Lu Ren scanned the remaining few dolls.

One held a Fire-tipped Spear, wore Chaotic Heaven Silk, and stood on a Wind and Fire Wheel, clearly no doubt a character based on the mythical Nezha. After just a glance, Lu Ren moved on.

The third figure was a stalwart, heroic-looking person holding a giant axe.

Wu Gang?

Lu Ren noncommitally turned his head; the books within the bamboo slips on the table had long been completely ruined by the corrosion of time, impossible to retrieve any information.

After just a glance, he paid no further attention.

Yet seeing these wooden dolls, Lu Ren was convinced of one fact: many of the characters in Huaxia's ancient mythology might not have been concocted.

But were real people who once existed.

With Nezha present, could Sun Wukong, who was born from a stone, exist too?

Harboring this notion, Lu Ren turned and walked to the dressing table.

The copper mirror, wooden dressing table, and a round wooden stool appeared quite simple, absolutely resembling those of ancient noble women, seemingly devoid of abnormalities.

He reached out to wipe the dust off the copper mirror, whose surface was exceedingly smooth without any protrusions, and its clarity was indistinguishable from modern mirrors.

Gazing at his reflection in the copper mirror, Lu Ren slightly raised his chin.

Indeed, no matter from what angle, he always appeared this handsome.

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