More than ten minutes later, after flying another hundred-odd kilometers deeper underground, Zhang Tie's view suddenly opened up, as if he had abruptly descended from a stairway into an even deeper basement. A strange underground space appeared before his eyes.
Compared to the space above, this underground space was suddenly much smaller, but it still covered at least ten thousand square kilometers. Yet the moment Zhang Tie saw it, his heart jolted, and he nearly cried out.
The entire underground space was made of metal. Like the metal above, it was seamless from ceiling to floor. But what shocked Zhang Tie was not the material of this space, but its shape.
This underground space was exactly the same shape as the interior of the Tower of Myriad Spirits in the Great Wilderness Scripture that Zhang Tie cultivated.
The entire space was evenly divided into five sides. On each side stood a metal wall ten thousand zhang high, covered with countless lifelike totems and images of all kinds of animals and Magic Beasts. Like relief carvings, they hung silently upon those five metal walls.
At the center of this underground space, which resembled the Tower of Myriad Spirits, stood a massive octahedral mountain of metal, like an altar. Upon that metal mountain, an enormous glass-colored Time Tower stood quietly.
This underground space was dark, without any natural light. Yet within that darkness, yellow, green, blue, and purple halos flowed across the massive Time Tower like streams of water. The entire Time Tower was like a gigantic Myriad-Year Fluorspar Lamp, bathing the underground space in the atmosphere of a fantastical stage.
The radiance of the knights' Battle Qi was even more dazzling in such a place. Specks of multicolored light constantly danced around the Time Tower. From Zhang Tie's perspective, it looked