After coming out of the Creation God Wheel's world, with no vast pressure bearing down on him, Jiang Ping'an could finally take a rough look at the environment inside the hall.
The dome was so high its peak could not be seen, as if it led straight above the nine heavens. Countless stars revolved across it, spilling down cold, mysterious light. Those stars were not true stars, but Dao-rhyme crystals condensed by ancient Great Powers with supreme magic power; every one contained some incomplete fragment of law.
The ground was paved with dark-golden divine stone, each slab a square zhang, its surface carved full of dense ancient array patterns. Some of those patterns moved like swimming tadpoles, while others coiled like dragons and snakes. Faint streams of light wandered through them, giving off an ancient and dangerous aura.
Rich Primal Qi filled the air, more than ten times denser than it was on Taiyuan Mountain. With a single breath, every pore in his body seemed to open, bringing an indescribable comfort.
Jiang Ping'an unfolded his Primal Chaos Dao Domain, and nine-colored light covered him, Lanling Wang, and Feng Qing'er at his side like a thin mist.
The next instant, a sudden sensation of heaven and earth spinning struck them.
"Not good—it's a Teleportation Restriction!" Lanling Wang cried out in alarm.
Jiang Ping'an reacted extremely quickly. With one hand, he grabbed Lanling Wang; with the other, he grabbed Feng Qing'er. Primal Chaos Immortal Power locked the two firmly at his side.
Light flashed. Including Jiang Ping'an, every powerful expert in the great hall vanished, randomly teleported to different areas inside the divine temple.
A moment later, Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang, and Feng Qing'er landed in an unfamiliar corridor.
The corridor was roughly three thousand zhang wide. Night Pearls were embedded in