The thick yin energy was completely absorbed by this crude coffin. The entire bottom of the cauldron looked as desolate as a ruin. At that moment, I discovered that the innermost part of the Gate of the Celestial Circulation had been exposed. Beneath it was something resembling a deep, spiraling abyss. It turned out that the seventh-level gate from before had only been the end of the spiral passageway—it actually wound downward. Now, after the explosion, part of the walls had peeled away, and in the very center of the cauldron, a gigantic seventh-level gate was laid bare before my eyes.
The ruins and wreckage left behind by the explosion floated upward through this stretch of empty space, making a complete mess of things. Below, the Gate of the Celestial Circulation seemed to exist in defiance of gravity. An eerie aura erupted and pushed the wreckage toward the sky. As a result, the area where I stood had instead become a clean place with nothing obstructing it. Of course, that was also because I had escaped its antigravity force.
The coffin slowly descended and was placed over the formation's eye by the four burly men. To me, it looked as though the coffin weighed a thousand jin.
I hesitated over what to do next. All I could do was slowly descend and land on the seventh-level gate. The gate was enormous, nearly filling most of the deep pool in the rear mountain. When I touched down, I could still feel an astonishing force pulling upward.
Of course, the dense ghost energy steamed upward as well, making my heart turn cold. I was truly afraid that the instant the gate opened, something would shoot upward. If that happened, we would all be finished.
"Summon Zi Qingyun," Fan Tiansheng said to me