The Southern Border Stood Empty

The moment he stepped into the hall, the world spun around him. By the time Hanyu looked around, he was already in a mountain valley.

Mountains encircled them. A broad stone platform stood there, reached by narrow, winding steps. It rose three zhang high.

For some reason, Muzi Li felt an inexplicable pang of unease whenever he looked at the high platform.

It was as if he were gazing upon something lofty beyond reach, solemn and sacred!

Even Chang Geng and the others had never made him feel so unsettled.

For a moment, Muzi Li stared at the platform, wariness filling his heart.

Hanyu was slower to catch on, still looking around at his surroundings.

"So this is the tiny realm inside the grand hall? This dump?"

A dump?

The Artifact Spirit was so terrified it couldn't speak. With its keen perception, it had been just like Muzi Li: one glance at the platform had been enough to scare it stiff.

"This is even more terrifying than Yanluo Hall's formation core!"

The Artifact Spirit shrieked. It could sense the terrifying power contained within, power even greater than that of a Divine Way Realm expert!

Hanyu naturally trusted the Artifact Spirit's judgment. His scalp prickled.

"Why the hell should I get mixed up in this?"

He already struggled against an ordinary Divine Way Realm expert. Against someone like Muzi Li, he'd have to wait for death. And now they were telling him that the thing on the stone platform was even more terrifying than Muzi Li and the others.

How could he not be afraid?

"Looks like you don't get a choice."

The Artifact Spirit gave a bitter laugh. It had already sensed Lu Yuan's gaze turning toward Hanyu.

Lu Yuan's sinister face held a faint, unreadable smile. He wasn't just