"Since it's an empty hall, should we go in and take a look?" Baili Pangpang peered curiously into the main hall.
"I'm afraid we have no choice but to go in."
An Qingyu moved his hand away from the vermilion gate and frowned. "This door seems to be locked from the outside. It can't be opened from within."
"It won't open?"
Li Deyang glanced at the slender An Qingyu, then walked up to the door, unwilling to believe it. He tugged hard on it several times and found that it truly would not budge. Confused, he said, "That shouldn't be possible. It was pretty easy to push open just now."
Cao Yuan sighed and slowly swept his flashlight across the hall. "If we can't open the door, then let's go inside and look for another way out."
The four of them started forward, warily observing their surroundings as they slowly moved deeper into the hall.
The front half of the hall was utterly empty. Aside from several thick, massive pillars, there was nothing there. Only when they reached the center of the hall did a gigantic gilded throne come into view.
The throne was at least thirty meters tall. Including the carved backrest behind it, its overall height was nearly seventy meters. If the ceiling of this hall had not been high enough, this chair alone might have punched through the roof.
Baili Pangpang slowly examined the enormous throne before him with his flashlight beam and could not help saying:
"This chair is way too big, isn't it?"
"This is the seat of the ghost god guarding this heavenly palace. It's normal for ghost gods to be huge. Emperor Fengdu's chair is probably even bigger than this one," Cao Yuan explained.
He turned around and saw An Qingyu lowering his