"At last, the restrictive spell on this grand hall has been broken. Now this Qin will see just what treasures lie within this so tightly guarded Du Ming Palace!"
As a dazzling blaze of white light suddenly flared before him, the vast expanse of pitch-black lake water surging beneath his feet like abruptly rising peaks vanished.
As though a gigantic black curtain had suddenly been drawn away, a lofty, spacious hall appeared before Qin Fengming.
The hall was tall and broad, with eight massive pillars towering within it. Spanning over a hundred zhang, it looked solemn and magnificent.
Throughout the hall, the aura of the restrictive spell lay in disarray. An exceedingly cool, refreshing air pervaded the space, suddenly filling him with bodily ease and invigorating his spirit.
The entire hall had been constructed from wood. Its carved beams and painted rafters lent it an ancient, timeworn elegance.
Qin Fengming steadied himself and stood there for a long while. After confirming that the hall's restrictive spell would not recover anytime soon, he sent his divine sense through its walls and cautiously probed outside.
Outside the hall, everything was peaceful, no different from when he had first arrived. The traces left by the energy blasts during his battle with Gong Gan had already disappeared.
The square was clean and level, its aura calm and stable. Everything seemed to have remained unchanged since time immemorial.
The two side halls to the left and right were also tranquil. Apart from faint traces of restrictive spell auras emanating from them, nothing unusual appeared.
As he surveyed the two side halls, a faint smile appeared on Qin Fengming's face. He could be certain that the three mighty peak Profound Spirit cultivators of the Purple Firmament Sect who had entered them were still struggling desperately within