The great hall had been struck by lightning for who knew how long, turning entirely ashen white. Even the structure itself seemed unable to hold up much longer, liable to collapse at any moment.
Yet the object atop the hall that drew in the lightning still radiated seven-colored light.
It was a token.
The token was roughly palm-sized, yet every time lightning struck, it released a beam of seven-colored light.
As the light flashed, it seemed to magnify the token's true form by hundreds of times.
Then, as the lightning vanished, it gradually began to shrink.
This cycle lasted a full ten breaths.
After ten breaths, just as the token shrank back to its original size, the lightning descended once more.
"This old man does not have much time left. Why are you not coming in?" The aged voice rang out again.
Strangely, the voice seemed to arise directly within their ears.
"We're going right now."
Qin Shaofeng did not dare delay any longer and hurried toward the main entrance of the hall.
The moment he took a step, something like a ripple spread beneath his feet.
The strange ripples expanded, making it seem as though he had stepped onto some sort of Space Node.
While he was still astonished, he discovered that Old Ghost Chen Xing and the others were equally shocked by the sight.
Since the old man was urging them so anxiously, he naturally would not linger.
He spread his divine sense to its limit.
As he carefully observed the area, he walked step by step toward the hall doors.
Unfortunately, even when he reached out to push the doors, he could not discern anything.
The instant his hand was about to touch the doors—
A deadly sense of crisis abruptly erupted.
Qin Shaofeng was horrified and