The passage to the third level of the treasury had opened as soon as the announcement appeared.
Zong Shen walked downward step by step.
Contrary to what he had expected, this was not a long and tedious staircase.
The passage was no longer made of cold, dark-red eternal frost bloodrock. Its surface was composed of an almost translucent crystal.
This crystal had been solidified from highly condensed energy, warm to the touch yet indestructibly hard.
The stairs beneath Zong Shen's feet were broad enough for ten people to walk abreast.
The crystal walls on either side were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting his figure faintly shrouded in chaotic divine power.
The walls were not solid. Countless silver streams of light, like stars, flowed within them.
These light streams moved slowly and steadily, forming abstract dynamic scenes that contained profound laws.
At this moment, the streams of light continuously radiated a tranquil aura.
The atmosphere here was peaceful, carrying a sense of restrained vastness.
It was as if he were walking through the core veins of some colossal entity.
With every breath, he could feel the immense energy contained within the surrounding space.
There was not the slightest hint of restlessness in it.
It merely accumulated in silence, like the steady heartbeat of a sleeping giant.
The passage spiraled gently downward.
As he went deeper, the streams of light within the crystal walls gradually grew brighter.
Those silver veins became increasingly distinct.
Occasionally, a flash of dark red or deep blue light would streak through them.
It was exceptionally quiet here, with only Zong Shen's own footsteps echoing.
Of course, there was also the nearly inaudible sound of energy flowing, together forming a silence imbued with sacred meaning.
After descending roughly a thousand steps, the space ahead finally opened up.
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