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The corner of Asura's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile. Early Deity Transformation, mid Deity Transformation—in his eyes, they were nothing but a swarm of ants.

He could not be bothered to tangle with these people. His figure moved, turning into a wisp of black smoke, passing through the black barrier and dropping straight into the Primordial Beginning Hall.

The white-haired old man's face greatly changed. "After him!"

The eleven of them put away their magic treasures one after another and followed Asura as he rushed into the Primordial Beginning Hall.

The main hall of the Primordial Beginning Hall had a high, suspended dome, inlaid with countless Luminous Pearls that gave off a soft glow.

Dragon coiled pillars, phoenix carved walls—everywhere radiated age and majesty.

Asura stood in the center of the great hall, hands behind his back, the Yellow Springs Banner hanging over the top of his head, the runes on its flag surface slowly circulating.

He did not go to the corridors. He did not go to the Nine Halls. Instead, he walked straight to the deepest part of the great hall.

There stood a massive stone wall.

The stone wall was as smooth as a mirror, its surface covered in ancient runes.

Asura raised his hand, and a stream of black qi shot from his palm and sank into the stone wall.

The runes lit up abruptly, and the stone wall slowly split open, revealing a deep, dark passage.

Asura lifted his foot and walked into the passage. When the eleven people chased into the main hall, they saw only the stone wall slowly closing.

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth. "After him!"

The eleven rushed to the stone wall and each used their own methods, trying to open the passage.

But the runes on the