夜幕低垂，英魂殿的一間室中，一束束和的線照亮了古老的石臺。臺面上，一塊散發著淡淡芒的石板上一幅圖卷靜靜地平鋪著，這就是傳說中的慧真古經圖。

陳逸軒，尋龍門掌門，站在圖卷前，他的心跳似乎隨著圖卷的每一個紋絡起伏。他總能覺到，這幅圖與他的命運有著某種奇妙的聯系。

“陳大哥，這圖竟如此復雜，連你我都無法窺其奧，英魂殿祖師靈魂之力果然非同尋常。” voices from behind, it was Ge Bai, his closest companion.

柳夢瑤，英魂殿殿主，眼中閃爍著贊許之，“不錯，我英魂殿祖師昔年乃是圣人，圖中所示，不過是其一念之間。”

“不過，宋殿主，這圖紋雖復雜，但若只靠一人之力，恐怕難以徹底解開。” Snakeman, the elder of a powerful sect, interjected, his tone filled with skepticism.

Other sect leaders nodded in agreement. “Indeed, if only one person is to unravel it, how can the ancient scroll be divided fairly?”

Reaching out, the faint glow from his spirit energy danced over the surface of the scroll. His gaze was fixed on the intricate patterns, each one a puzzle waiting to be solved.

“This scroll…” he murmured, the wording lingering in the air, leaving a trail of thought.

Yet, as the scroll lay there, a persistent unease gnawed at the edges of his mind, hinting at something more profound, something hidden within the very fabric of the scroll itself.

“Master Chen, you seem rather reluctant.” The voice was cool and dry, belonging to Song Qingzi, the Young Master of Yingshou Sect.

Chen Ning turned his head slightly, his expression calm but thoughtful. “Master Song, I merely feel there is something amiss with this scroll, something we are overlooking.”

“I see.” Song Qingzi’s smile was faint, but there was a subtle hardness behind it. “Whatever it is, it will become clear with time. Now, let us not waste any more time. The scroll is a treasure, and we must uncover its secrets.”

A collective nod was in response. The decision had been made; the scroll would be deciphered, and the secrets within would be shared by those fortunate enough to contribute their spirit energies.

“Now, let us begin,” Song Qingzi declared, his voice resounding both in the chamber and in the hearts of those present. They all focused on the task at hand, their minds sharpened by the allure of the unknown.

Yet, Chen Ning felt an inexplicable connection to the scroll. It called to him, a siren’s song from a distant shore. It was as if his destiny were entwined with the threads of the scroll, and he could not resist the pull of its mystery.

“Bai, I am going to leave now,” he said, his tone low and serious.

“Why, Chen Ge?” Ge Bai was taken aback. “We are on the brink of uncovering the secrets of the scroll! Why give up now?”

“I have a feeling, Bai. This scroll holds more than it appears.” Chen Ning’s eyes bore into the scroll, his spirit energy flickering with a quiet intensity. “We must be cautious.”

Ge Bai hesitated, but his respect for Chen Ning was profound. “Alright, Chen Ge, I will follow you.”

Together, they walked away from the circle of eager faces, leaving them to puzzle over the scroll alone.

Chen Ning felt a sense of liberation as he stepped out into the cool night air. The world outside of the room seemed clearer, the path ahead more certain.

It was then, as they walked, that Chen Ning felt a tap on his shoulder. It was a tall, burly man with a missing tooth, bearing an aura of formidable strength.

“You’re Chen Ning, the Young Master of Xunlong Sect,” the man said, his voice rough but respectful. His gaze swept over Chen Ning and Ge Bai with a hint of curiosity. “I’m Baozhu. What’s your intention in leaving?”

Chen Ning paused, his heart rate picking up. “Baozhu, I must admit, there is something peculiar about this scroll. I feel it is not as it seems.”

Baozhu’s eyes narrowed. “And what makes you think that?”

“The scroll,” Chen Ning said, his voice steady. “It speaks to me, in a way that goes beyond mere curiosity. I would rather leave now and save myself from whatever danger it may hold.”

Baozhu’s expression softened. “I appreciate your caution, Chen Ning. Perhaps you are right. Let’s not take any unnecessary risks.”

With a nod of agreement, Chen Ning and Baozhu parted ways, each walking in different directions, their fates intertwined by chance and the mysterious allure of the scroll.