The powerful formation protecting Profound Ghost Hall was broken, and the dozen or so Mahayana cultivators who had joined forces for months immediately erupted in jubilation. Their cheers rang out one after another, drowning out the deafening, earth-shaking roar.
Everyone saw the anomaly within the great formation, but no one thought it would be a problem.
They were all Mahayana cultivators, with immensely rich experience. Since they had sensed no vast spatial fluctuations, they naturally knew that the grand hall within the formation would not suddenly flee and vanish into the void.
Having followed the former master of Profound Ghost Hall here to seize Profound Ghost Hall, they naturally knew what kind of existence it was.
It was a terrifying object comparable to a Primordial Profound Treasure. To say that they had made no preparations would have been absurd. Thus, none of the Mahayana cultivators feared this renowned object of the True Ghost Realm.
Berserk energy howled like a vast, surging ocean.
The earth collapsed, revealing a massive black pit. That should have been where Profound Ghost Hall stood, but now Profound Ghost Hall had soared into the sky, leaving a huge crater behind on the ground.
The Mahayana cultivators gazed curiously toward the sky, without a trace of fear in their hearts.
The berserk energy rapidly spread, while rolling astral winds rampaged. Soon, the towering hall appeared clearly in the sky. The majestic hall floated amid the surrounding berserk energy, radiating an imposing grandeur. Countless Spirit Patterns darted and flowed across its surface, while terrifying energy surged in and out unpredictably.
Just looking at it made one feel a vast, profound aura spreading outward. It was an eternal aura found only in the ancient heavens and earth—heavy and dangerous, as if it might erupt at any moment with terrifying