Creation Spirit Hall
Zhang Yang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he found himself inexplicably transported to some unknown place. When he saw his surroundings again, he discovered that they were filled with various Demon Dao Power.
This Demon Dao Power was many times purer than the Demon Dao Power the Demon Lord inside the Azure Sky Ultimate Cloud Formation.
Various Demon Dao Power enveloped his body, constantly seeping into it. Even if he didn't want to absorb them, these Demon Dao Power continued to integrate into his body.
"We're doomed!"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, and judging from all the signs, it seemed that the Demon Lord wasn't lying to him.
He really is Demon Lord!
At the very least, his body should belong to Demon Lord.
He looked around but didn't see Situ Mingyue and Qingxu, nor did he see the Tiger Demon.
This place should belong exclusively to the "demon".
It really is a demon!
He was somewhat melancholy; if the elders of the Azure Cloud Sect found out about this, it would probably cause some trouble!
They hated the Demon Lord so much...
Zhang Yang felt melancholy for a while, then he began to absorb the Demon Dao Power.
Since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it. Maybe there are other ways?
Under his active absorption, countless pure Demon Dao Power continuously merged into his dantian and entered his Golden Core.
His Golden Core, as if it had taken a powerful tonic, began to show obvious changes.
At the same time, he also discovered that a strange change was taking place in his body, as if he were about to become Demon Fetus.
Sensing this situation, Zhang Yang became even more conflicted.
Isn't it impossible to hide now?
As countless Demon Dao Power entered his body, Zhang Yang suddenly discovered that he had gained countless memories, all of which were Devil Race Cultivation Method.
These Devil Race Cultivation Method are incredibly terrifying, containing immense mysteries.
Zhang Yang sighed deeply. He had the Demon Dao Power and the Cultivation Method of the Devil Race. It seemed like he had no choice but to become a demon.
After a long while, Zhang Yang noticed that the Demon Dao Power was no longer forcibly flowing into his body, so he stopped absorbing Demon Dao Power.
He examined his Golden Core internally and found that Golden Core had grown larger again, but there was still no sign that Golden Core had broken through to become Nascent Soul.
Upon examining the inside of the Golden Core, changes were observed.
A sinister and terrifying aura filled the entire Golden Core area.
If Zhang Yang's guess is correct, this should be the aura of the Demon Dao.
Am I destined to become Demon Lord?
Zhang Yang frowned. He tried to break through, but found that his Golden Core remained incredibly solid, showing no signs of breaking.
He sighed, sensed the Devil Race Cultivation Method, and using the mysteries of Demon Dao Cultivation Method, swept his hands toward the Demon Dao Power in the hall.
All the Demon Dao Power scattered and retreated.
It was only then that Zhang Yang realized he was in a pool.
The dense Demon Dao Power filled the entire pool like water.
Zhang Yang finally understood why this Demon Dao Power kept seeping into his body even when he wasn't absorbing it!
Flying out of the enormous Demon Pool, Zhang Yang surveyed the entire Devil Hall space. This must be what the inner space looked like, far larger than what was visible from the outside.
Looking up, you can't see the ceiling at all; it's pitch black.
The distance to the left and right was at least seven or eight hundred meters. The ground was covered with stones that shimmered with an eerie light, and it was impossible to tell what they were.
The only thing that Zhang Yang found strange was that this place seemed to have been inhabited before.
He pondered for a long time and began to understand.
Although the reason for the existence of the Creation Spirit Hall is unknown, this palace could not have been formed naturally.
Since it was created by some beings, there must have been some living beings who once lived here.
After leaving the pool, Zhang Yang went to the wall, touched it, and felt that it was cold and felt like stone.
He took out his Law Treasure and tried to knock off a piece from the stone wall, hoping to take it back and study it. However, when his Law Treasure touched the stone wall, Law Treasure shattered into several pieces.
Zhang Yang stared at the stone wall in shock. If the stone wall of this main hall could be dug back, wouldn't it be a naturally formed magical Law Treasure?
Unfortunately, it looks like there's nothing that can be dug up!
Zhang Yang left the stone wall and came to a shelf next to it, where he found some items displayed on the shelf.
Some of these items are household items like round fans, while others are decorative objects resembling ruyi scepters.
He picked them up one by one to examine them, and found that they all looked like ordinary goods, which puzzled him greatly.
Did the person who lived here back then even need to fan themselves?
He simply picked up a jade ruyi and threw it on the ground.
He was somewhat skeptical that these were ordinary things.
"Snap--"
The jade ruyi shattered and lay scattered all over the ground, fragments everywhere.
However, what happened next stunned Zhang Yang.
Then, he saw the shattered jade ruyi pieces, as if time had reversed, restored to their original state and flew back onto the shelf.
This...
Zhang Yang threw it away violently, and the jade ruyi shattered again. Then, he watched helplessly as the jade ruyi restored itself and flew back.
He picked up the palm-leaf fan, tore it in half, and then watched as it came back to life.
Zhang Yang was speechless.
He simply smashed and tore up everything on the shelf.
However, no matter what it is, once it's broken, it will always be able to be restored.
After Zhang Yang slammed the object seven or eight times and tore it four or five times, a loud boom was heard, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Zhang Yang on the head and sending him flying.
Lightning doesn't cause much damage, but it serves as a strong warning!
It's like having a naughty child at home who throws things around and eventually gets punished by their parents...
Zhang Yang gave an awkward smile and respectfully put the ordinary items back on the shelf.
This is the Creation Spirit Hall, who knows if there are any artifact spirits or anything like that here?
After that, he became much more restrained.
Leaving the shelf and arriving at the north side of the main hall, there is a huge chair placed in front of a huge desk.
Zhang Yang flew over and sat down in the chair. There was a pen holder on the desk, but not a single piece of paper.
Most importantly, these pens look like ordinary objects.
Having received no treasures whatsoever, Zhang Yang took a pen from the pen holder beside him and wrote on the desk, complaining. "They didn't leave me any benefits at all, that's really too much!"
A line of text appeared on the desk.
Zhang Yang was stunned as he stared at the indelible words. How could they have written them there?
He simply stopped wiping it.
They even said it was a grand hall that hadn't been opened in three thousand years, and that there were great benefits inside... He absorbed Demon Dao Power as soon as he entered and even obtained some Demon Dao Cultivation Method. What benefits could he possibly gain?
Looking around, I found no treasure!
I'm speechless!
Finally, Zhang Yang wrote on the table: Zhang Yang came, and left disappointed!
Then, he flew towards the sky above the main hall to see if there was anything on the ceiling, or if he could lift it up.
However, the ceiling seemed impossibly high; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.
Moreover, as he flew higher and higher, a tremendous resistance blocked his way.
At the same time, he heard a faint sound, as if it came from a very, very far place, and it was not very clear.
Zhang Yang was taken aback and instantly fell back to the ground, staring at the untouchable ceiling with disbelief.
What's in there?