Zhou Xuan raised his hand and examined its back.
There was no mark on the surface, but he could feel an indescribable connection between himself and the ruins of the Immortal Court.
The sense of being rejected and scrutinized had vanished completely.
In its place came the feeling that he had been "permitted" to enter.
The scrutinizing will receded like a tide, withdrawing into the deepest reaches of the ruins without another sound.
The suction that had kept dragging at him, trying to pull him into the darkness, vanished like smoke in the wind as well.
Having completed its task, the Supreme One Token above his head floated back into his palm. Its temperature had returned to normal, and it lay there quietly, as though nothing had happened.
The entire Treasure Vault Hall returned to its age-old silence.
But Zhou Xuan knew that everything had changed.
He turned toward the exit of the Treasure Vault Hall.
Outside the hall, in the dark ruins where he had previously been unable to see his own hand before his face, faint strands of starlight began shining through gaps in the broken walls.
The starlight gathered together, forming a winding path before him.
The path was narrow, only wide enough for one person, and stretched into the deeper, darker heart of the ruins.
Along either side, ancient, indistinct runes on the shattered stone pillars and broken walls also began to glow faintly, like signposts that had slumbered for ten thousand years, lit once more to guide his way forward.
Outside the Return to Void rift.
Time seemed to have frozen.
Lin Qingzhu, the Alliance Leader, Emperor Jiang Wu, Cangwu, Dark Nether—everyone stared fixedly at the entrance to the Dark Gold path of light.
Ever since the Alliance Leader had said that "something inside