The passage was narrow, only wide enough for them to move sideways.
Su Chen led the way, with the Six Abyssal Generals following behind in a single file.
The blood-red runes on both walls pulsed like a heart.
Ye Linglong's [Annihilation Demon Eyes] operated at full power. Deep within her crimson eyes, the Wisdom Skull trembled at high frequency, analyzing the energy waves surging from ahead.
She lowered her voice to an extreme. "The energy entity ahead doesn't belong to any known system on Douluo Continent."
She paused.
"Residual power from the Divine Realm."
Su Chen did not turn around. "Threat level?"
Ye Linglong fell silent for two seconds. That alone was abnormal.
"...Unknown. My skull can't calculate it."
Jiang Tieyi muttered from the rear, "Even you can't calculate it? Then maybe I should eat dinner first?"
No one laughed.
At the end of the passage stood a stone door.
A mural on its surface depicted a Throne in the center, with all spirits kneeling before it. Yet the upper half of the mural had been violently chiseled away, and the fractured stone edges still looked fresh.
It had not weathered away. Someone had destroyed it.
Su Chen reached out and pushed open the door.
Beyond it lay a spherical space, a hundred zhang in diameter. There was no distinction between up, down, left, or right. The instant one entered, their sense of direction would briefly vanish.
At the center of the space floated a golden sphere of light.
The light sphere twisted, contracted, and expanded. Within it churned a phantom pierced through by countless transparent chains. Every link was engraved with divine script from a different system.
The instant Su Chen stepped inside, a ripple exploded from the sphere of light.
A consciousness slammed directly into his Sea of