Heavenly Secrets Within the Heavenly Secrets Hall

Lian Baiping and Xuanjizi's group of long-bearded elders were still doing relatively well. Many Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators beside them were in even worse shape, their faces long unable to maintain composure; some were even trembling slightly.

Ji Yuan had no attention to spare for the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion people below. As the black and white qi continuously spilled from and gathered back into the gate, all his focus was fixed within it.

As the doors of the Heavenly Secrets Hall slowly opened, black and white qi filled the interior. Whether pillars or walls, everything in the great hall was shrouded in seven-colored radiance. Yet in Ji Yuan's Dharma Eye, it appeared in another form.

In Ji Yuan's eyes, every scene within the hall took on a peculiar state of information, changing in patterns yet remaining utterly chaotic. Those changes were precisely the source of the hall's seven-colored light. All the radiance was mixed together, and so too was all the information foretelling change.

It was like drawing pictures on a blank sheet of paper—one person painted one picture, another painted another. After countless paintings overlapped, all that remained was a dense wash of color, with no way to tell what any one person had drawn.

Yet it did not matter that he could not make out the paintings. Ji Yuan at least knew they were paintings, many paintings. So long as he could clearly sift out one complete painting from among them, he would obtain that portion of information.

Ji Yuan stood blankly at the doorway for about half a teacup's time. The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators outside did not even dare breathe loudly. They merely raised their heads to watch the black and white qi flow out, circle around Ji Yuan, and return, while peering into the Heavenly