The circular tablet, known as the Coordinates board, was a remarkable device used to input and access specific locations throughout the vast expanse. It had the power to calculate and generate the exact coordinates necessary to navigate through the different worlds.
With Gu Hong’s hand firmly planted on the tablet, he closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on the destination they sought—the Sacred Records Sanctum.
The carvings glowed with an ethereal light, intertwining with the energy emanating from his touch.
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The stone tablet shimmered, displaying a pulsating array of symbols and numbers. Gu Hong’s hand moved across the tablet’s surface, manipulating the glowing symbols with precision.
As the glow intensified, intricate symbols and numbers emerged on the surface of the tablet, forming a complex pattern.
After a few moments, the tablet ceased its radiance, and the symbols settled into a steady, soft illumination.
"That’s it, everything is set", With that Gu Hong stepped forward and entered the gate, followed by Jiang Yan. Xue Ren, Liang Yifei, and Han Zhi exchanged glances upon seeing this and followed them.
As Gu Hong, Jiang Yan, Xue Ren, Liang Yifei, and Han Zhi stepped through the astral gate, they found themselves enveloped in a mesmerizing display of celestial colors.
A swirling path of vibrant energy danced around them, forming intricate patterns that seemed to defy logic. Shades of deep indigo intertwined with shimmering silver, while bursts of ethereal greens and purples illuminated the space. The atmosphere crackled with raw energy, filling their senses with a blend of awe and anticipation.
The path pulsed and twisted, guiding them through the vast expanse of the universe. They could sense the sheer enormity of their journey as they traversed through galaxies and nebulas, witnessing celestial phenomena that would leave ordinary mortals speechless. Stars streaked past them in brilliant trails, whose radiance painted the endless canvas of space in breathtaking hues.
Time seemed to undergo a transformation of its own. Days blurred together in a seamless passage, marking the intangible boundaries between moments. Weeks stretched into infinite tendrils, their grasp reaching ever farther into the depths of the cosmos. And months dissipated like a fleeting dream, leaving behind merely a whisper of temporal existence.
Finally, as if emerging from a cosmic embrace, the group reached the other end of the swirling path. As they stepped out, a surge of searing heat greeted their bodies, immediately reminding them of their new surroundings. They found themselves standing upon a vast expanse of unforgiving desert, where sand stretched endlessly, undulating like waves frozen in time. The relentless sun cast its scorching gaze upon the maddeningly arid landscape, causing heat waves to dance and shimmer in the distance.
Their gaze was irresistibly drawn to the awe-inspiring figure that loomed before them, captivating their senses. Stretching towards the heavens, its lofty presence emanated an aura of ancient wisdom and enigmatic strength. This remarkable structure effortlessly merged with its natural surroundings.
Unyielding ivory-hued walls stood firm, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings.
As they approached, towering pillars, their surfaces worn and weather-beaten, framed the entrance to a grand hall that had been meticulously sculpted with unmatched precision. Each stroke of the artist’s hand upon the stone seemed to breathe life into the very structure itself.
However, it was not merely the entrance itself that captured attention — a statue of a person dressed in a Daoist robe, holding a sword in their hand, stood majestically beside it.
Carved with exquisite artistry, the statue portrayed the figure with a serene yet determined expression. The Daoist robe billowed in an ethereal manner, giving an impression of movement frozen in time, while the sword held in their hand appeared to possess an otherworldly aura that defied the heavens.
As the group approached the entrance a sudden change in the atmosphere was palpable. The statue’s eyes seemed to emit a piercing light, and a powerful wave of energy washed over them, forcing all five individuals to their knees. The pressure was so intense that it felt as if the very air itself grew heavy, making it difficult to breathe.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Gu Hong swiftly spoke up, his voice strained from the oppressive force. "Everyone, quickly take out your badges!" he shouted, his words barely audible amidst the overwhelming aura.
With great effort, they fumbled to retrieve their badges, each struggling against the weight of the wave. Despite the immense pressure, they managed to present their badges to the statue with trembling hands.
The moment the badges were exposed, the statue’s eyes seemed to soften, and the oppressive force gradually receded. The wave dissipated, and the group, although still affected by the encounter, found themselves able to rise to their feet once more.
"Are you all alright?" Gu Hong asked concern etched on his face.
They nodded, each of them taking a moment to catch their breath and regain their composure. It was clear that they had just experienced a glimpse of the immense power that lay within the Sacred Records Sanctum.
Jiang Yan let out a helpless laugh as she gazed upon the imposing statue, her eyes tracing the intricate details carved into its stone surface. "It’s incredible. Despite it being our second visit, the oppressive power exuded by the statue remains unchanged. It’s as if our little advances in cultivation mean nothing in the face of such strength."
Gu Hong nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with deep respect. His gaze lingered on the statue, taking in every minute detail. "The power possessed by the Legion Commander is truly awe-inspiring. It’s something that lies far beyond the reach of ordinary individuals like us."
Xue Ren’s eyes never wavered from the statue, a mixture of awe and recognition flashing through his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment as if trying to recall a distant memory buried within the depths of his mind. The lines on his forehead furrowed, hinting at the complexity of his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Liang Yifei and Han Zhi stood slightly apart from the rest, their expressions filled with a strange mix of worry and apprehension.
The group fell into a brief silence, their collective thoughts echoing within the grand hall. The atmosphere became charged with a mix of anticipation, respect, and mounting unease.