The interior of the Demon Suppression Hall was not pitch-black as they had expected.
The moment they stepped through its doors, the scene before them twisted and shifted, and they found themselves in a space that defied description. Beneath their feet lay not stone slabs, but a floor seemingly paved with solidified dark-gold starlight, radiating a gentle yet ancient glow. The interior was far vaster than it appeared from outside, as though a mustard seed contained Mount Sumeru. Its end lay beyond sight.
The ceiling was not solid, but a vast, unfathomable black void studded with countless phantom stars, some bright and others dim, slowly moving along mysterious trajectories and shedding cold, clear starlight. The air carried a heavy, solemn presence mingled with faint sandalwood, blood, and the aura of a sealing power that had existed since time immemorial.
Ahead of them, enormous dark-gold stone pillars towered a hundred zhang above the starlit floor, their surfaces covered in intricate, abstruse runes. Rather than standing in orderly rows, they were scattered throughout the vast hall like stars across the sky, seemingly haphazard yet faintly following the pattern of some great sealing formation. Faint, translucent gray phantom chains linked the pillars, with heart-chilling sealing runes flowing along their lengths.
At the very center, encircled by every pillar and converging chain, lay a region shrouded in darkness so dense it could not be dispersed. That darkness was not empty-it slowly writhed like a living creature. Within it, they could faintly discern a blurred outline of unimaginable size, pinned fast by countless thick, solid chains condensed from stellar power, stretching from the void, the floor, and every direction! Even beneath layer upon layer of seals, a terrifying demonic might that made their souls tremble seeped from the heart of the darkness like the breathing