On the altars before the eight walls of Taiji Hall, people had gathered. Some gazed pensively at the strange walls, their eyes deep and cold. Others probed them directly with their Spiritual Sense, only for it to be swallowed up by the walls. Most believed the walls were just like the Tongtian Stone Stele: anyone they accepted would be drawn inside.
But things might not be so simple. Some sat cross-legged on the platforms, quietly watching the faintly visible patterns of ferocious beasts on the walls. They hinted that these walls were anything but ordinary.
Taiji Hall was protected by a powerful restriction. No one could fly up and get a clear view of the entire hall.
Randeng Ancient Buddha asked Old Ancestor Xuanbing, "Would you be willing to investigate?"
Old Ancestor Xuanbing rose to his feet. "Now that we've come this far, I'd regret it if I didn't take a look."
Randeng Ancient Buddha said, "But we still haven't heard from the juniors we sent in."
Old Ancestor Xuanbing snorted. "Even if there's a ferocious beast in there, could it really trap us? Those good-for-nothings have probably already been reduced to dry bones."
Randeng Ancient Buddha said, "Very well. Let's go see what this beast is all about."
Following his Spiritual Sense, Old Ancestor Xuanbing entered the strange space. Boundless streams of chaotic energy churned around him.
A gigantic beast claw shattered the void and came crashing down, blotting out the sky and enveloping Old Ancestor Xuanbing. Rolling thunder boomed, boundless Demonic Cloud churned, and the scene resembled the end of the world.
Old Ancestor Xuanbing's thoughts stirred, and a stream of profound icy energy burst from his body. A gigantic palm of black ice rose against the wind. The moment it appeared, the surrounding chaotic currents froze solid.