As the voice faded away, the palace returned to its usual state. Andrew Han frowned, unsettled.
He hadn’t expected that a randomly chosen palace would contain lingering intent—a silent message echoing the struggles of the Pangu-Nüwa Era.
"Could it be..."
"Supreme Zhang’s darkest suspicions might be true after all..." Andrew narrowed his eyes, his thoughts swirling with unease and anticipation. He waited, watching the black crystal of the palace settle into stillness before finally stepping forward.
Ahead, a column of light soared over three meters tall, its surface shimmering with an ethereal glow.
At the very top of the column sat a palm-sized, oval orb—its surface pitch black, absorbing the ambient light, revealing nothing of its nature.
"Hmm."
"The other Kunlun Mirror core."
Andrew stared for a moment, then extended his left hand—crystal-bright, like diamond, brimming with Internal Power. Effortlessly, he pierced the light-shroud and picked up the black orb.
The orb fit snugly in his palm, its texture soft and yielding, almost unnatural for something so ancient.
He gave it a few experimental squeezes, testing for danger. Satisfied it posed no immediate threat, Andrew tucked the orb gently into his robe.
This was the most precious find of his entire journey.
If the palace’s message was true, then within this orb lay a way to refine Inspiration—a chance to forge the kind of consciousness power that could truly restrain Netherfiends.
But with danger lurking all around this Atlantic seabed relic, Andrew decided to wait until he’d left before studying the black orb further.
"As for those voices..."
He thought to himself, "Once I’m out of here, I’ll have to ask Supreme Zhang to judge. The Pangu-Nüwa Era is so distant—can its wisdom really guide us now? That’s something only Zhang can decide."
Dwelling on it now would only distract him from reality.
Remembering his mission, Andrew forced himself to set aside his swirling thoughts and focus on what mattered: searching for anything in these ancient halls he could take back to humanity. That could wait; he’d already collected plenty, and only those with Law-Realm Inner Origin could truly judge their worth. For now, he needed clarity and resolve.
He needed to map out the relic’s structure as quickly as possible. Since entering, Andrew hadn’t seen any other Sky-Soaring True Persons.
Outside, the light-shield stretched across a hundred kilometers, encasing the relic in a titanic ring of brilliance.
According to the Law Realm guardians’ calculations, the relic’s internal area is about the same.
I’ve only explored a radius of ten thousand meters.
Perhaps the relic’s core contains treasures even more valuable than the palaces." Andrew sighed; the palace's lingering message had unsettled his composure more than expected.
Never mind.
He opened the door and left.
Andrew slowly turned, Inspiration light flashing in his black-and-white eyes, and pulled open the giant black-crystal palace door.
Boom.
As the giant door opened inward, Andrew’s expression froze in mild surprise.
Outside the palace, a pale, wavering ghostly figure drifted aimlessly through the area—a genuine Netherfiend.
Huh?
Why did the palace door open by itself?
The pale ghost froze in place, its blank white eyes showing shock and suspicion. Clearly, it was stunned by the opening of the palace door.
Netherfiend giant Demons have tried countless times.
Each palace is made of crystal stone, connected to the whole relic. It’s impossible to force them open with brute strength—even human Law Realm guardians have failed.
But now.
Just as it arrived, the palace door opened by itself?
The pale ghost blinked twice, its shock gradually turning to ecstasy and caution. It glanced around—the gray fog obscured the towering palaces, and only occasional unknown lights flickered.
It was pleased.
Its blank white eyes showed excitement.
Could it be welcoming me?