The head of the Illusory Clan frowned and planned to divine the future once again.
He crossed his hands, instantly creating a myriad of afterimages. Amidst the endless afterimages, there seemed to be faint ripples appearing in the space.
Time and space were one. Observing the flow of time from the changes in space was the Illusory Clan's ultimate technique — Heavenly Divination.
From the ripples in space, the head of the Illusory Clan seemed to have seen the changes to the world's future. His countenance changed drastically, and he said to the other five clan heads, "This is bad. It's a great omen. There's a slim chance of survival."
"A slim chance of survival?" When Jacob heard the Illusory Clan's head's prophecy, he did not dare to let his guard down. He asked puzzledly, "To think that the expert who just entered is so powerful?"
"It might not be because of him," the head of the Dark Shadow Clan said. "Perhaps some abnormality has happened to the Panwu Heavenly Raiment, or perhaps there are other experts who have set their eyes on this place. "If the Mage Association and the Holy See of Truth are also targeting this place, then it's true that we'll have a slim chance of survival."
Jacob's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "Illusory Clan's head, do you have any ideas?"
The eyes of the Illusory Clan's head seemed to be covered up by layers of fog. His eyes flashed with a mysterious glow as if he could see through the flow of time and the various changes in the future.
"This won't do. I can only see a general situation at most. Good, bad, ominous, or auspicious. If I were to encounter such a prophecy in the past, I would immediately stop my original plan. "However, we've prepared this great formation for three years and depleted many of the treasures of our six great clans. If we were to give it up now, it would be really painful."
Jacob nodded, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. "That's right. It would be a pity to give up now. Moreover, with the strength of the six of us and the 200 years of our clans' legacy, there are very few people in the world who can kill us. "Even if the King and the Abyss Lord were to come, they would have to give in to us. "Later on, we'll unleash our full powers. Don't be stingy with your Divine Weapons and equipment. This time around, we must give it our all."
"Of course."
"I don't believe that we six Divine level experts will have a slim chance of survival either."
"With the six of us joining forces, we can go anywhere in the world. Unless Saint Adam comes back to life or many Divine Emperors from ancient times descend, how can they possibly kill us so easily?"
"Maybe I miscalculated."
After three years of preparation, the confidence of Divine level experts, and the great greed they had for the Panwu Heavenly Raiment, the six clan heads did not give up. Instead, they became even more proactive in their preparations, targeting the Panwu Heavenly Raiment.
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On the other side, Fang Xingjian was descending at high speed, going deeper and deeper into the cave.
With his speed, he could easily fly more than a hundred kilometers per second. His speed was shockingly fast, but during this rapid descent, he actually couldn't see the bottom of the catacombs.
One minute … Five minutes … Ten minutes had passed. They should have reached the Earth's core by now, but Fang Xingjian still could not sense the existence of the bottom of the Catacombs. He looked up and saw that the entrance of the Catacombs had become a dot of light smaller than the tip of a needle. Everything around him was pitch black, as if he was in the boundless vacuum of the universe.
At this point, Fang Xingjian understood that he had fallen into a trap. It was impossible for the cave where the Panwu Heavenly Raiment was hidden to be so deep.
'Has the space changed? Mo … 'The deathly sword intent on Fang Xingjian's body swept out. The first thing he thought of was that the surrounding space had changed, creating some sort of stretching and expanding the space in the underground cave. It was like the scene in the Hades Vault.
However, after sweeping through the area, he found nothing. None of the physical particles or electromagnetic waves in the surroundings showed any signs of being stretched at all.
'Could it be that I've entered another space-time? A small world created by the predecessors? '
With a single thought, Fang Xingjian activated the Mountainous River's Book of the Way once again and observed the changes in his lifespan. The passage of time was the same as the decrease in his lifespan. This meant that there was no change in time, and he had not entered any space where space-time had changed.
If there was no change in time, then it was purely a change in space.
After confirming this, Fang Xingjian sent out his martial will with a single thought. The Heaven-Connecting Sword Physique formed a light figure, and with a flash, he darted down into the cave.
His martial will spread out at light speed, and in that instant, Fang Xingjian was able to find out how deep the cave was. However, with this dash, he still did not reach the bottom. Instead, a man who wore black robes, had long hair, and was a little thin and weak appeared before him.
Fang Xingjian was stunned for a moment, and his martial will flashed before the man. As expected, what he saw was his own face.
'Mobius Strip? Endless space-time corridors? 'Fang Xingjian looked at his feet and above his head, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
'For such a method, one would need to distort the space 360 degrees and then overlap it completely. Is it related to the Panwu Heavenly Raiment? Or is it someone else's method? '
However, now that he knew what the method was, it would be easier to deal with it.
After all, the method of distorting space to create endless corridors was extremely ingenious. However, as long as the space was slightly more distorted, the space would no longer overlap and overlap perfectly. Then, there would be no more endless corridors.
Fang Xingjian's martial will darted into his physical body once again. Then his eyes opened, and there seemed to be electricity flashing in them. He punched out, and violent powers gushed out in all directions. The space started to distort, and under the senses of his martial will, a small altar appeared 100 meters below him.
'As expected, it's a method that distorts space.' With a flash, Fang Xingjian appeared before the altar.
'With such a method, it's probably impossible for those below the Divine level to enter. Only those above the Divine level will be able to distort space before being able to enter.'
Fang Xingjian looked toward the top of the altar. There was a throne placed in a square shape, and a man covered in golden armor was seated on it.
No breathing or heartbeat could be sensed from the man in golden armor. Only a pair of golden eyes were open, looking straight ahead.
'This is...?'
Fang Xingjian's martial will scanned the golden-armored man's body, but he could not sense any signs of life. However, the man's vivid and lifelike appearance clearly gave him the feeling that he was a living person.
'Is this a statue? Or a corpse? A living person? Or a dead person? Is that golden armor the Panwu Heavenly Raiment? Why would it be worn by this man? '
Fang Xingjian gave it some thought. After not sensing any danger, he grabbed out toward the Panwu Heavenly Raiment.
However, this time around, the golden-armored man trembled abruptly. His eyes moved slightly as he looked toward Fang Xingjian.
"How dare you! Who dares to attack me? "
As the golden-armored man spoke, a majestic golden light was emitted from his body, turning into a golden wave that gushed out toward Fang Xingjian.
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