Only one last one remained.
He took a step toward the sixth passage. The moment he stepped back into the fifth-floor hall, the vortex in the dome came to a complete stop.
The azure light that had originally been spinning at high speed gradually slowed to a halt, ultimately transforming into an even and gentle curtain of light. It resembled a gigantic mirror, quietly suspended above the dome.
The pressure vanished.
Li Bufan stood in the center of the hall, feeling his entire body grow lighter. He nearly lost his balance.
He hurriedly sat down cross-legged and circulated his cultivation technique, repairing the cracked mountain of divine sense in his Sea of Consciousness bit by bit.
It took a full half an hour before he opened his eyes again.
Although the divine mountain was still covered in old scars, it had stabilized once more, and there was no longer any danger of collapse.
Li Bufan rose to his feet and looked up at the dome.
The tranquil curtain of light resembled a clear lake, reflecting his figure.
He drew a deep breath. With a thought, he lifted himself into the air.
Then he flew toward the dome.
When his body touched the curtain of light, it was like a thin layer of water that gently wrapped around him.
In the next instant, his entire body sank into it.
At the instant Li Bufan's figure vanished into the curtain of light, the entire fifth-floor hall trembled slightly.
The vortex in the dome began spinning again. The azure light in the six passages resumed its flow, and everything returned to how it had been before.
As if nothing had ever happened.
By then, Li Bufan had already reached the sixth floor.
His feet touched the ground. He opened his eyes and surveyed