The moment the last Yin Soul Shard sank into the ancient formation, the ground trembled as the runes carved into the stone floor blazed with ethereal light which emitted an indescribable amount of heat.
Zhou Chen stood at its center with sweat running down his temples as his hands pressed firmly against the pulsing surface of the array.
“Steady… almost there,” he muttered under his breath with little difficulty.
Boom!
A deafening pulse exploded outward into a blinding brilliance before then collapsing inward and sucking him in.
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When his vision returned, Zhao Chen was standing in a vast chamber of light.
Everywhere he looked, treasures glimmered with mountains of spirit stones, jade slips floating like stars, artifacts resting on pedestals. Golden swords hummed softly; spirit he
