I Do Not Know

Shen Lian released his spiritual consciousness to scan the wooden house but detected nothing. Perhaps it had been quite a bit of time, even the Dao meaning that Grandmaster Qingshui left behind was nowhere to be found.

He walked out of the house and noticed the wood of the wooden house was as muddy as limestone and there was no texture to it. If it was not for the Qi of the wood, he would have thought the house was made of rock.

But what was so special about this wood? He could not be dismantling it to forge alchemy with it.

A light breeze swept past and Shen Lian's body was swept up to the sky, about thousands of feet above the ground. He felt a strong suppressing force preventing him from taking action. 

The suppressing force was not exactly hard but it was more like a cotton that would absorb every inch of the power that he tried to release.