The Illusory Clan's head frowned, planning to once again predict the future.
He crossed his hands and instantly created a myriad of overlapping shadows. Amidst the endless afterimages, there seemed to be weak Waves trembling in the space.
Time and space formed an integral whole. This was the Illusory Clan's greatest art—Evolutionary Prediction—which allowed them to observe the flow of time from the changes to space.
The Illusory Clan's head seemed to have seen the changes to the world's future from the many ripples in space. His countenance changed suddenly, and he said to the other five clan heads, "It's not good. It's a extremely bad omen, and our chances of survival are very slim."
"Our chances of survival are very slim?" When Jacob heard the prediction the Illusory Clan's head made, he did not to let down his guard either. He said suspiciously, "To think that the expert who entered earlier is that powerful?"
"It might not be because of him," the Dark Shadow Clan's head said. "It might be that the Panwu Heavenly Raiment itself has gone through some kind of mutation or that there are other experts who have set their eyes on this place. The Mage Association, the Church of Universal Truth... If they also have their eyes set on the Panwu Heavenly Raiment, then it's true that our chances of survival would be very slim."
Jacob's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Illusory Clan's head, is there anything we can do?"
The eyes of the Illusory Clan's head seemed to be filled with layers of fog while shining in a mysterious glow. It was as if he had seen through the flow of time and the various changes to the future.
"It's no good. I can see the general gist of the situation at most, be it good or bad, ominous or lucky. In the past, if I encountered such results for my prediction, I would have stopped my original plan immediately.
"However, we've prepared three whole years for this great formation, depleting many precious resources from our six great clans. It would be really painful to give up now."
Jacob nodded, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. "That's right, it's too much of a pity to be giving up now. Moreover, with our combined powers and the 200 years legacies of our clans, there are few in this world who can kill us.
"Even if the King and Abyss Lord were to come, they would still have to yield to a certain degree.
"Later on, we'll just go all out. Don't feel that it's a pity to use your secret Divine Weapons or Divine Armor. This time around, we must do whatever we can."
"Of course."
"I don't believe that our chances of survival will be slim when we, six Divine level experts, join forces."
"It'll be easy to take over the world when the six of us join forces. Unless Saint Adam comes back to life or many ancient gods were to descend, how can we be killed easily?"
"Maybe my predictions were wrong."
Three years' worth of preparation, the confidence of being Divine level experts, and their great greed toward the Panwu Heavenly Raiment caused the six clan heads to choose not to give up. On the contrary, they became even more vigorous in their preparations as they aimed for the Panwu Heavenly Raiment.
Elsewhere, Fang Xingjian continued to descend at a rapid speed, heading deeper and deeper down the underground cavern.
With his speed, he would be able to fly a distance of over 100 kilometers with every second. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing. However, despite his rapid descent, he was still unable to see the bottom of the cavern.
One minute... five minutes... ten minutes passed by. He should be reaching the depth of the Earth's core by now. However, Fang Xingjian still could not sense the end of the cavern. He lifted his head and saw that the entrance had become a spot of light that was smaller than a needle's tip. His surroundings were completely dark, as if he was in the endless vacuum of outer space.
By now, Fang Xingjian understood that he had been tricked. It was impossible for the cavern that the Panwu Heavenly Raiment was located in to be so deep.
"Could it be that space has changed?" Fang Xingjian sent his deathly sword intent sweeping out. The first thing he thought of was that the space in the surroundings had changed, creating some kind of stretch and expanding the space in the underground cavern. It was like the scene in the Hades Vault.
However, after scanning the area, he still did not find out anything. Every single physical particle and all the electromagnetic waves in the area did now show any signs of being stretched out at all.
"Could it be that I've already entered into another time-space? A small world created by the people in the past?"
With a single thought, Fang Xingjian once again activated the Mountainous Sea's Book of the Way and observed the changes to his lifespan. The flow of time was consistent with the depletion of his lifespan. It meant that there were no changes to time, and he had not entered another space where time and space were different.
If there was no changes to time, then it would purely be a transformation in space.
After affirming this, Fang Xingjian moved his thoughts and sent his martial will out. The Heaven-Connecting Sword Physique formed a light figure and dashed down toward the cavern with a flash.
Fang Xingjian's martial will was transmitted at light speed, and at this moment, he was able to explore how deep the cavern was. However, he still could not see the bottom despite dashing down in this state. Instead, a black-robed and long-haired man who looked thin and weak appeared before Fang Xingjian.
For a short moment, Fang Xingjian was stunned. Then with a flash, his martial will appeared before this man. As expected, what he saw was his own face.
'Möbius strip? An endless winding passageway of space and time?' Fang Xingjian looked below his feet and above his head with a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
'To achieve this, one must distort space by 360 degrees and then stack it together completely. Is this due to the Panwu Heavenly Raiment? Or is this someone else's doing?'
However, once he knew what was going on, it was easy to deal with.
After all, even though the endless winding passageway that had been created by distorting space was extremely profound, he would only need to create a slight distortion to make it such that the space would not be perfectly stacked together. There would therefore be no endless winding passageway.
Fang Xingjian's martial will entered his physical body once again. Then his eyes opened, and it was as if there was electricity flashing in his eyes. He punched out, unleashing violent power into his surroundings. The space started to distort, and under the senses of his martial will, a small altar appeared 100 meters below his location.
'It really is a means of distorting space.' With a flash, Fang Xingjian appeared before the altar.
'With such means, those below the Divine level would probably be unable to enter it. Only those who are of the Divine level or higher would be able to distort space and enter this area.'
He threw a glance above the altar. There was a throne place there, and a man covered with golden armor all over was seated on it in an upright posture.
No breathing or heartbeat could be sensed coming from the golden-armored man. Only his golden eyes were opened, looking toward the front.
'This is...?'
Fang Xingjian's martial will swept through the golden-armored man's body but could not sense any hint of vitality coming from him. However, the man's life-like appearance gave Fang Xingjian the feeling that this guy was alive.
'Is this a statue? Or a corpse? A living person? Or a dead man? Is that set of golden armor the Panwu Heavenly Raiment? Why is it on this guy?'
Fang Xingjian gave it some thought. Since he did not sense any danger, he then grabbed out with his hand toward the Panwu Heavenly Raiment.
However, this time around, the golden-armored man trembled fiercely, and his eyeballs moved slightly, turning toward Fang Xingjian.
"What audacity! Who dares to assault me[1]?"
An overwhelming golden light was exuded from the golden-armored man as he spoke, turning into a golden wave that gushed out toward Fang Xingjian.
The man had addressed himself with a great air of superiority.