The massive stone doors groaned shut behind them, sealing with a heavy, hollow thud that echoed into absolute silence.
The threshold did not open into a simple throne chamber.
Instead, the expanse widened into a colossal, circular arena of polished sun gold stone that seemed to form the interior base of an impossibly ancient tower.
High above, spiraling stone galleries rose into seven distinct ascending tiers, each level separated by swirling vortexes of golden mist and barrier arrays inscribed with archaic Clear Universe Imperial Writing.
Qing Yan approached the writings, "Sister Yunxi, what does this say?"
Qian Yunxi took a step forward and began reading it, "...to those who passed and wished to obtain the inheritance, you mist climb the tower. Each floor is guarded by a sentinel of the ancient celestial host, totaling seven trials of escalating lethality."
Qing Yan frowned, "Hmm. This is going to be a bit troublesome."
