Enveloped by the black light, that massive, illusory palace emanated a solemn aura as it seemed to instantly envelop the entire sky, filling the surrounding area.
A medicinal fragrance emanated from within the palace, suffusing the entire space.
This foreign dimension was indeed divided into seven levels.
At this moment, however, the six levels of space down below all rose upwards, seemingly folding and contracting unceasingly with the top level as the centre.
At a time like this, if there were still people in the six levels down below who had yet to attain the Immortal Bridge Martial Saint realm, they would be directly crushed to smithereens by space with not even their bones remaining.
A strange light shot out of Yan Zhaoge's eyes as he looked at that great hall.
Scenes that were already rather unfamiliar in the depths of his memories surfaced once more within his mind.
From the outside, the great hall before them was precisely the Pill Hall of the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace!
Within the Nine Heavens, the land of the Heavenly Court where countless divine pills and miraculous medicines were kept was an extremely important treasure ground for the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace.
It was just that unlike in Yan Zhaoge's memories, the Pill Hall that should have been flawless white, flickering with golden radiance and wreathed in clear qi was currently enveloped by black light.
This was not the true Pill Hall, instead being a projection of it here.
Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly into slits, "A ritual established with that Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace as support?"
Fu Ting, Gao Qing and the others sensed that something was wrong as well. Still, it was already too late for regrets now.
Those six Immortal Bridge Martial Saints who had placed their hands on the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace were unable to hold themselves back as they were devoured by that black hall.
The black hall was condensed of light as its walls appeared transparent.
Yan Zhaoge and the others could see the figures of those six Martial Saints hovering uncontrollably in mid-air within the great hall.
Immortal Bridge Martial Saints were completely unable to control themselves as they were controlled by others!
There were even two peak experts of the late Immortal Bridge stage amongst them who could only barely struggle as they were unable to extricate themselves.
The black hall began collapsing towards its centre, forming a black hole which swept those six Immortal Bridge Martial Saints within.
Fu Ting, Gao Qing and the others who were outside were unable to avoid it as well.
Even Yan Zhaoge's group who were even further away were affected as they were sucked in by that massive suction force, being drawn uncontrollably towards the black hole.
Beneath the great hall, the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace at the head of the source of the black light shook as it flew upwards as well, flying into the black hole.
The expanse of space that everyone in the outside world resided in collapsed completely. Space warped, and it was swallowed by the black hole as well.
After entering the black hole, Yan Zhaoge saw that there seemed to be an endless spatial passageway in front of him. It was unknown where it led to.
Those six Immortal Bridge Martial Saints who had first been devoured had already completely vanished without a trace.
Fu Ting, Gao Qing, and the others also disappeared.
Ah Hu smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, as you expected, there really is a problem!"
"It's just that we're in a bit of trouble now …"
Yan Zhaoge's expression was heavy as a hint of a smile was revealed at the corners of his mouth, "That might not be the case."
With but a thought from him, the Myriad Dragon Palace appeared once more, the great beam of the palace, the central pillar and the door of the palace all emanating seven-coloured radiance.
Where the radiance passed, the speed at which Yan Zhaoge and the others traversed through the spatial passageway abruptly slowed, no longer flying uncontrollably.
The chaotic void in front of him seemed to have turned into a real passageway that allowed him to step on solid ground.
Yan Zhaoge sat at the entrance of the great hall, his back leaning against it before extending his finger and writing in mid-air.
Runes appeared out of thin air, lingering in the void for a long time as if they were carved.
The great beam of the Divine Palace, the pillar and the great door of the Divine Palace which had merged with the Myriad Dragon Palace flickered with radiance at this moment, rows of seven-coloured runes appearing on their surfaces as well.
The runes transformed into streams of light, extending outwards in all directions.
After a while, a strange noise suddenly resounded amidst space.
The next moment, the streams of seven-coloured light were retracted, actually forcibly dragging out a massive pill furnace that was wreathed in purple qi and glowing with brilliant golden light from within the darkness of space!
It was precisely the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace!
This pill furnace was currently extremely quiet, seemingly having fallen into a deep slumber as it did not resist being dragged along by the streams of seven-coloured light.
Yan Zhaoge pushed open the great door of the Myriad Dragon Palace, directly 'swallowing' that furnace within.
The next moment, the great door mightily closed.
As the great door of the Myriad Dragon Palace closed, the space before Yan Zhaoge and the others instantly turned violent and chaotic!
It was like a rope that was simultaneously being pulled taut by a massive force at both ends, the person on one end suddenly letting go.
The force on the other end abruptly pulled empty, the rope directly flying away.
The jet-black spatial passageway broke apart with a boom.
Yan Zhaoge brought along Feng Yunsheng, Ah Hu, Xiao Ai and the others to hide within the Myriad Dragon Palace, being swept along by the chaotic flows of space.
For just that one instant, Yan Zhaoge felt an extremely icy cold aura emanating from the other end of the spatial passageway.
That aura seemed cold and dry, emanating from the cold glint of a blade that was devoid of emotions in the least. Yet, it also seemed like a lifeform with its own emotions, conveying the emotional fluctuations of rage and dissatisfaction.
The two opposing, contradictory feelings intermingled and merged, simultaneously clearly transmitted to Yan Zhaoge.
Sadly, however, the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace was sealed within the Myriad Dragon Palace, the ritual that was currently in progress having been abruptly cut short.
Yan Zhaoge and the others no longer headed towards the end of that spatial passageway, instead heading in another direction within space.
That spatial passageway was quickly extinguished, vanishing without a trace.
Everything seemed like an illusion.
However, the already collapsed foreign dimension of the seven-floored pagoda told everyone of the shocking scene that had just transpired.
Meanwhile, those six Immortal Bridge Martial Saints who had been swept along first might not have been able to extricate themselves in time as they were swept along completely.
Seeing everything that had transpired before him, Yan Zhaoge fell into deep thought.
Being able to sweep away two Immortal Bridge Martial Saints of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm without being able to put up any resistance, the might of this ritual went without saying.
If not for Yan Zhaoge's Myriad Dragon Palace having just happened to have the ability to obstruct the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace, they would definitely have been swept away as well.
Who exactly was the one who had set up the ritual?
While others might not be able to confirm this, after seeing the projection of the black Pill Hall, Yan Zhaoge was certain of one thing.
The Pill Hall of the Heavenly Court's Divine Palace had been preserved in a rather complete state following the Great Calamity, having survived that tribulation!
Currently, it existed somewhere amidst boundless space.
Only then could this black hall be projected.
Still, who was the one who had set up the ritual?
Logically speaking, someone who had the ability to set up such a ritual should already have fallen into the hands of the other party.
Yet, when Yan Zhaoge had intercepted the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace and destroyed the ritual, the other party had not been able to stop him, even less having been able to deal with him afterwards.
From the looks of it, the other party should not have grasped the Pill Hall.
Yan Zhaoge was rather unable to understand this as he felt that there were many doubtful points about it.
"Things are a little strange …" Yan Zhaoge exhaled, gazing into the depths of the Myriad Dragon Palace.
There, the Profound Sky Purple Gold Furnace was' slumbering 'without any signs of activity at all.
While the Dim Radiant Wheel was quiet as well, it still had some reaction to external attacks.
This pill furnace, however, did not budge no matter what Yan Zhaoge did to it.
"My current cultivation base is still insufficient for me to refine this furnace. If I want to wield some of its power, I will still have to plan and put in some effort," Yan Zhaoge was not discouraged. This was also something that had been within his expectations.
He controlled the Myriad Dragon Palace to traverse the chaotic flows of space.
While he was temporarily free of worries, he had still fallen into the same predicament that Luo Zhiyuan and the others had faced after having left the Dim Radiant Mausoleum, needing to find a way home.
If this went on for a long time, the Myriad Dragon Palace would be unable to bear the burden.
After drifting for who knew how long, a world suddenly appeared before them. Yan Zhaoge controlled the Myriad Dragon Palace and entered it.
Just having entered, looking over, Yan Zhaoge saw that there were already familiar faces before him.
With Gao Qing at their head, the few Prime Clear lineage disciples all looked astonished at the sudden arrival of Yan Zhaoge's group. (To be continued.)
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