"Looks like there was no choice."
Chen Yang muttered inwardly, then drifted toward the tallest stone chair in the center.
He hesitated somewhat, for he knew absolutely nothing about this mysterious space.
He had just tried to return to the real world, but every thread of consciousness he sent out received no response.
This place should have been somewhere completely cut off from the real world.
He had been brought here in spiritual form through some method akin to "summoning."
"If it is a blessing, it is not a curse; if it is a curse, there is no hiding from it. I'll know once I try."
No longer burdened by his misgivings, Chen Yang calmed his mind and focused his spirit. He floated up and settled onto the high seat at the center.
Boom—
Crack! Crack!
The next moment, the entire hall trembled.
Then, the dull outer layer of the stone pillar behind him began peeling away in great sheets, gradually revealing the crystalline, jade-like form within.
The fragments did not pile up when they fell to the ground. Instead, after shattering, they turned into specks of starlight and returned to the embrace of the night sky.
Once every fragment of starlight had returned to the sea of stars, a towering white-jade pagoda with ascending steps appeared before Chen Yang.
Looking up, he could not see its peak. It seemed as though it supported the Sky Curtain of this place.
Chen Yang extended his consciousness to sense it, and this time, his consciousness received a response.
A gauzy halo spread over the pagoda's surface, slowly drawing toward Chen Yang's spirit body, as though seeking something from him.
After some thought, Chen Yang quickly understood.
This was not where his true body was, so spiritual power, divine abilities, true essence,