As the grand hall emerged, the ground shook more violently, so Liu Ming and his two companions all used their magic to float up, eyes unblinkingly fixed on the huge hall that continued to rise from the ground.
A tea time later, the rumbling vibrations subsided.
The golden hall stood seventy to eighty feet high, covering several acres. Whether it was the flying eaves and arching brackets or the carved railings and walls, all were gilded. Nameless runes flowed on its surface, giving off an unpredictable and eerie sense of deterrence.
A few breaths later, the golden light above the main doors dissipated briefly, revealing three blurry golden doors.
Each was five to six zhang high and two to three zhang wide. At the center of each door, there was a palm-sized blood-colored glyph, flickering incessantly.
What caught the attention of the three even more was that the positions of the three doors corresponded exactly with where each of them stood.