Outside the golden jade altar of the Fangtai Sect, Jiao Yao stood still, calm and composed.
After his Primordial Spirit entered that layer of barrier, he could no longer sense anything within.
He guessed that the interior was likely a self-contained domain, but that did not matter. Once the Primordial Spirit emerged from within, he would learn everything that had happened there.
Yet after waiting for a while, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.
For just then, he had felt the connection between himself and his Primordial Spirit sever. In other words, that Primordial Spirit had already dissipated.
He looked toward that entrance and exit, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Ordinarily, unless a Primordial Spirit encountered a force truly impossible to resist, it could not possibly be destroyed inside.
One had to know that the Primordial Spirit possessed abilities comparable to his own. The divine abilities and Dao arts he could employ, the Primordial Spirit could employ as well. If something inside could obliterate a Primordial Spirit, then it might also threaten him.
But there was another possibility: his Primordial Spirit had severed itself. That would explain it.
But what had it encountered that it chose to do such a thing?
After pondering for a moment, he stirred his thoughts, and two shadow incarnations identical to himself appeared at his side. Together, they passed through the entrance.
After entering, the two figures saw the same scene the Primordial Spirit had seen before.
After examining it, the two shadow incarnations could now confirm that the Primordial Spirit had indeed dispersed itself. If it had been destroyed by external force, traces of a battle of magical power would certainly have remained. Yet although the scene here was horrific, there was not the slightest sign of magical powers colliding, and the Primordial