The interior of the Divine Armory Hall was quite spacious, but the dome above Luo Zheng was only about twenty zhang high.
If not for the powerful suppression of gravity, any martial artist could have reached the dome in an instant.
When Luo Zheng rose to a height of five zhang, the gravity was already like a giant mountain pressing down on him...
This level of gravity still posed no great difficulty for Luo Zheng. He maintained an even speed, his expression utterly calm as he stared at the blue speck of light deep within the dome. That was the target he intended to claim!
When Luo Zheng rose another two zhang, he was already able to touch some of the white specks of light on the lowest level.
As he passed those white specks, Luo Zheng merely swept them with his eyes. Wrapped within the white specks were Third Grade Divine Artifacts, with weapons of every style. After one casual glance, Luo Zheng shifted his attention away from them. He could only take one at a time; if his fingers itched and he took a white speck, the old man would probably yank him straight down from midair.
At a height of seven zhang, the gravity had already more than doubled, faintly bringing Luo Zheng some pressure.
But that pressure was still slight. He remained unhurried, slowly rising.
At ten zhang, the pressure gravity exerted on Luo Zheng grew stronger, while Third Grade Divine Artifacts floated around him.
Higher...
At twelve zhang, gravity doubled once again. The specks of light around him now contained Second Grade Divine Artifacts...
Higher...
By this point, the martial artists who had originally been making a racket inside the Divine Armory Hall had fallen silent.
Only now did they realize that Luo Zheng's effortless