Seven Ancestral Gates

Chapter 3: Calm Mind, Burning Heart

Holding the book within his hands, Liu Yang was curious to what it really was.

Looking over it once more, checking to see if anything else was written on it, he soon finds out that only the strange words from before could be seen.

'Ancestral Gate Technique...is this what i think it is?'

From time to time, Liu Yang would find time to read fantasy novels on the internet at his part time job from before he went to Fang Lao High School.

Back then, it was a manner of balancing work, play, and middle school.

In those novels he used to read to kill time, the protagonist of the story would usually have some kind of cheat-like advantage over others using a godly treasure or a supreme skill.

He had hoped that this strange place he was now in, was related to this book being a divine treasure that can help him rise above others. His heart started beating faster as he thought of the possible feats he could do in the future if he predicted right.

As his hands could not contain themselves, he quickly tried to open the mysterious black book called the 'Ancestral Gate Technique' as his eyes widened soon after.

Blank.

The first page had a light-brown dusty color, and seemed to only need a light tap before it would crumble. The same could be said for all the other pages coming after.

But rather, what was more important was that every page had no runes or ancient texts that Liu Yang had expected to see, but only a blank space that continued all throughout the strange book's entirety. The boy was stupefied, and froze in place.

At least for a few seconds, his mind started to aimlessly wander as his eyes darted around the room. Showing a face that did not know if it was laughing or crying, he unconsciously moved past the little stone altar, and had moved even further than before.

The next thing he knew, he had arrived in front of the towering doorway before he realized that he could not move anymore and stopped to see what was blocking him.

Once he saw the majestic doorway, it was like all his fatigue and grievances melted away into nothingness. It was a strange feeling that washed away all idle thoughts within him.

Looking up, Liu Yang could faintly see the top of the doorway, but it only served to prove that the latter's height was taller than he had expected.

"This door..."

'Good heavens, this door might be the divine treasure I was looking for!' he exclaimed inwardly.

Quickly keeping the useless book inside his clothes, Liu Yang slowly placed his hand on the palm-shaped lock at the center of the doorway.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten minutes pass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Seemingly having lost his mind, the pudgy youth screamed out his indignation to the boundless sky of the white space without fear nor care for anything.

Who could blame him?

In his mind at this moment in time, he was a toy.

A toy being made to dance in the palm of someone's hand. Suffering for someone else's enjoyment.

No one knew if this thought of his was true.

But as time passed, he quickly found himself calming down. Liu Yang could clearly feel his mind growing colder, yet his heart was burning with intense rage and indignation.