The Most Tragic Sixth Hall

The millstone of Yanluo Hall was meant to gather souls, and also to use them as a chance to manifest itself.

Han Yu guessed that the Heavenly Dao Sect's sacred treasure was the Star River he had seen before. He just hadn't expected that manifesting the Star River would require such a vast amount of life force.

Life force and souls.

One was tied to life, the other to death.

"Tsk, tsk. They really are two forces naturally opposed to each other."

Han Yu clicked his tongue in wonder. Even their sacred treasures embodied the opposition between life and death.

Of course, neither side was any good. It would be best if they beat each other to death.

Now both sides wanted to manifest their sacred treasures in the Central Continent. As for their goals, neither seemed to have truly revealed them.

If they were both targeting the Central Continent, Han Yu thought he might regret letting the sundial go.

"They may not both be targeting it. Judging by how fiercely they're fighting, their goals must conflict."

The Artifact Spirit joined in the speculation from within the Sea of Consciousness. But since they had fought all the way from the Central Continent to here, there was no way they could cooperate at all.

And both sides seemed quite wary of their own sacred treasures. Just look at how Wu Tang, after being stopped by Di Liuxin, didn't first cast a spell to save Lian Buyu. Instead, he attacked the sundial alongside his Dharma Aspect.

Di Liuxin naturally wasn't about to let him succeed. The two sides continued fighting behind the terrace, climbing higher as the stone platform rose. Wu Tang was growing increasingly frantic. He couldn't let that platform rise any further.

In fact, he wasn't the only one growing