The stone door behind Yan Zhaoge opened, the dim radiance enveloping the space before him instantly beginning to condense once more.
Luo Zhiyuan, Zhou Haosheng and the others in the distance as well as Guo Song who had just been about to attack him had all vanished.
The Dim Radiant Mausoleum reappeared, its sturdy floor, walls and roof appearing before Yan Zhaoge's eyes.
However, the next instant, the mausoleum disintegrated once more, transforming into formless dust which suffused and dispersed, transforming into numerous layers of space.
"Where do you think you're going?" In the distance, Luo Zhiyuan gripped the Dim Radiant Lamp, his gaze cold.
The surface of the Dim Radiant Lamp was densely covered in radiant runes as it looked like it was about to light up once more.
Yan Zhaoge was neither panicked nor flustered as he slapped the stone door forcefully with his palm.
Streams of strange qi suddenly spurted out from within the opened door.
The originally dim radiance amidst space instantly dimmed even further, even the Dim Radiant Lamp shaking slightly.
The chaotic flows of space vanished once more, the internal structure of the Dim Radiant Mausoleum reappearing.
Guo Song mightily struck the wall of the mausoleum with his palm.
He frowned as he looked at all this, not knowing where Yan Zhaoge was.
Everyone was still within the Dim Radiant Mausoleum, but in different spacetime. After space had transformed into a mausoleum, they had been located in different locations within the mausoleum.
A moment ago, they had still been within sight. Now, they were unable to find a path, the complex mausoleum making it hard for them to determine their direction.
The Radiant Light Sect martial practitioners and the Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners instantly dispersed as well, only those who had been battling within the same spacetime still facing each other.
Only Zhou Haosheng and the Dim Darkness Adept remained before Luo Zhiyuan.
He ignored Zhou Haosheng, instead frowning as he looked at the Dim Radiant Lamp in his hand and the mausoleum that had reappeared.
Finally, Luo Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the stone coffin on which the Dim Radiant Lamp was placed.
Looking at the empty sarcophagus, his gaze turned solemn. "Is the Emperor really dead? Where is that great door in the mausoleum? What exactly is behind it? "
Zhou Haosheng's expression was gloomy as he too could not make heads or tails of this sudden change.
Finally, Luo Zhiyuan retracted his gaze, lowering his eyelids.
Radiant runes appeared unceasingly on the surface of the Dim Radiant Lamp.
Lustrous runes surged unceasingly on the surface of the mausoleum, rapidly extending.
While the threat of Luo Zhiyuan, Guo Song and the others had been temporarily lifted, the Radiant Luo's group still still remained.
The threat posed by Luo Zhiyuan, Guo Song, and the others was temporarily removed, but the crisis was still there.
Allowing Luo Zhiyuan and the Radiant Light Sect to obtain the Dim Radiant Lamp and allow the Radiant Light Sect's strength to rise greatly was naturally not something that Yan Zhaoge would be happy to see.
Sucking in a deep breath, Yan Zhaoge strode through the opened stone door.
After passing through the stone door, the dim light that bewitched one's mind vanished.
Before him was an empty foreign space, a stretch of pitch-black darkness. Only in the distance could a speck of radiance flickering, resplendent and pure.
Carefully feeling the flow of qi within this foreign dimension, Yan Zhaoge's expression turned solemn a moment later.
This foreign dimension seemed to have recreated the primordial changes of the universe. Everything was in primordial darkness until the first light was born.
After the first bit of light was born, time seemed to have frozen at this moment, no longer moving and changing.
Everything was preserved at the very beginning. The flow of time seemed to have lost its own meaning. It was extremely mysterious.
Yan Zhaoge approached that first speck of radiance. However, the dark cosmic void seemed boundless and without boundaries. No matter how long Yan Zhaoge walked, that speck of radiance still seemed to be far away, not approaching in the slightest.
That feeling was like he was walking on the spot.
Looking at the distant speck of radiance, Yan Zhaoge's gaze turned deep and distant as he silently circulated the Peerless Heavenly Scripture.
Streams of qi that resembled chaos soundlessly suffused Yan Zhaoge's body.
Yan Zhaoge advanced once more. This time, the darkness of space finally had a sense of distance once more. Yan Zhaoge could tell with his naked eye that he was gradually getting closer and closer to that speck of radiance.
Finally arriving at the centre of this foreign dimension, that speck of radiance that he had first seen was still as tiny as a grain of corn.
Yan Zhaoge reached out, the surrounding qi that resembled chaos tainting this millet of radiance.
The radiance was no longer graceful. However, Yan Zhaoge could already see that amidst that tiny speck of radiance, another world was actually concealed.
Enveloped by that radiance, there was an altar.
While it seemed tiny, it emanated an extremely majestic feeling.
Yan Zhaoge even felt that this altar was even more majestic and majestic than the entire Dim Radiant Mausoleum.
"The problem is, how do I get in?" Yan Zhaoge carefully inspected it, unceasingly analysing it.
He extended a finger, his fingertip lightly touching that speck of radiance. The radiance was like a speck, but Yan Zhaoge seemed to be touching an independent heavens and earth.
The power of dimensions seemed tangible as it obstructed Yan Zhaoge.
This time, however, Yan Zhaoge felt that it was different. The concept contained within that radiance was not just the legacy of the Dim Radiant Sect alone.
There was also an aura that Yan Zhaoge felt familiar with mixed within.
His expression turned rather strange, "Why does this seem a little like the concept of the Life Creation Heavenly Scripture? Also, the comprehension and understanding of the scripture seems to be the handiwork of that legendary mother of mine?"
Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge recalled his exchange with his father Yan Di back then as he extended a finger, drawing something in mid-air.
His true essence transformed into a stream of light, leaving a mark in the air as it quickly formed a unique rune.
As the rune circulated, a profound concept emanated from within.
Some things that resembled secret codes that Yan Di had previously imparted to him were all contained within.
In the current situation, while some of these things were useless, others were beginning to show their effects.
The rune shrunk, becoming even finer than a speck of dust as it descended towards that altar.
The speck of light that resembled a speck of dust finally expanded at this moment, forming an existence that resembled a ball of light. A door soundlessly opened on the surface of the ball of light.
Yan Zhaoge clicked his tongue in wonder.
Could it be that the person who had first entered the Dim Radiant Mausoleum had been Xue Chuqing?
How had she managed to enter the Dim Radiant Mausoleum?
Based on her previous cultivation base, even if she had improved rapidly, the chances would still be relatively small unless she had lived in a world where time flowed faster for many years.
Or perhaps she had some other special method. Still, there had been no signs of her being related to the Dim Radiant Sect before this.
As he pondered, Yan Zhaoge entered the world within the ball of light.
A majestic altar stood at the centre of space, seemingly filling up the surrounding heavens and earth.
Bright radiance flickered at the top of the altar as it alternated between bright and dim.
Meanwhile, a great amount of things were piled up at the foot of the altar.
Sweeping his gaze over them, Yan Zhaoge could not help but feel astonished, "Good fella, I've struck it rich this time."
Gazing over, all sorts of precious resources and rare treasures were piled up like a mountain beneath the altar.
The Dim Radiant Sect had flourished for a time in the past, possessing immense wealth.
While the most important Dim Radiant Lamp was not here, just a portion of the Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia's accompanying treasures that had been buried with him was already enough to cause one to sigh in amazement.
Still, Yan Zhaoge was more interested in the existence at the top of the altar.
And … was there anyone else here? (To be continued.)
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