After the phantom swordsman vanished, Zhao Feng waited a while, but no other phantom opponents appeared.
Within the enclosed space, the mist beneath his feet abruptly dispersed, and Zhao Feng discovered that he was standing amid a sea of stars.
Then a white light appeared in the starry expanse ahead, drawing closer and closer.
With a sudden flash, it shot straight into his forehead, as though it had crossed space and time. He had no way to evade it. Then the starlight around him abruptly dimmed.
What is this? Zhao Feng was startled.
He examined himself and found nothing unusual.
After checking for a while, Zhao Feng confirmed that nothing was wrong, and nothing else appeared within the tower.
So he took out the Daoist Talisman and crushed it, teleporting himself out.
By then, the people in the square outside had grown impatient.
He had already spent most of the day on the ninth floor.
This surpassed everything they knew.
No one could endure so long on the ninth floor. Even Ji, the Martial Saint, had supposedly spent less than two hours there back in his day.
They were almost certain he had cheated using some treasure.
"Have you noticed? Doesn't the Heavenly Mechanism Tower seem a little different?" Someone noticed something and pointed at the tower.
"Yes, it seems a little dimmer."
The Heavenly Mechanism Tower had previously shimmered with specks of spiritual light, but now it had grown much duller.
Xu Guanquiong and the other Profound Mastery Realm experts noticed this too.
Under everyone's gazes, Xu Guanquiong maintained a calm expression, though doubts had already begun to stir within him.
Just then, a figure flashed into view in the square, drawing everyone's attention.
"He's out!"
Cries of surprise rang out.
"It really is him!"
"It's Zhao Feng, the