Just then, Chu Hong suddenly rose to his feet, staring fixedly toward the roots of the Myriad Dao Spirit Tree. With considerable excitement, he said, "The crack is about to open."
At his words, everyone turned in unison toward the same spot.
At the roots of the Myriad Dao Spirit Tree, the previously dark-blue crack was expanding outward at a visible rate.
The dark-blue light along its edges swiftly grew intense and dazzling.
At first glance, it looked as though a blue ghostly lamp had been lit in the depths underground.
The air around the crack began to shudder violently.
In that instant, space became exceedingly unstable and started to tremble slightly.
Within the crack, the outline of that palace was clearer than it had ever been before.
The palace appeared to be an enormous structure built entirely of dark-red stone.
Above its main entrance hung a massive plaque.
The words on the plaque flickered in and out beneath the dark-blue glow, and four ancient characters could vaguely be made out.
Baili Hong narrowed his eyes and studied it for a long while. Then he suddenly sucked in a breath and exclaimed, "It says 'Eternal Silence Celestial Palace,' not Eternal Silence Ancient Hall!"
"Celestial Palace?"
Jin Buhuan's eyes widened. "An ancient hall and a celestial palace are two entirely different things, aren't they?"
The moment he finished speaking, the Demon God camp opposite them erupted into chaos as well.
"Not an ancient hall?"
"What is a celestial palace?"
"Can we still find the Ancestral Spirit Source?"
The commotion caused by the crack's fourth opening was several times greater than before.
Its expanding range was no longer confined to the small area around the Myriad Dao Spirit Tree's roots. Like a torn gash, it continued stretching outward.
Several Demon Gods standing