Though this Sacred Emperor Hall standing deep within the Mustard Seed Immortal Boat was called a hall, it was not built grandly. From the outside, it looked almost no different from the ordinary pavilions nearby, without even a plaque hanging above it.
But when Wei Tu passed through the Sacred Emperor Hall's spiritual restriction, which Farmer Woodcutter had already opened, the sight before him was utterly different.
The interior was vast and boundless, far beyond his imagination.
Rather than a hall, it resembled an enormous temple enshrining towering divine statues.
Having entered this place, he was no different from the Eight Thousand Corpse Ghosts filling the corridors of the Mustard Seed Immortal Boat—tiny as an ant, not even as tall as the toes of the two statues towering before him within the Sacred Emperor Hall.
Yet compared to the spectacle of this hall, what caught Wei Tu's attention most was that the cinnabar-marked foreheads of these two bizarrely shaped statues both contained similar sealing spiritual restrictions. They shone in seven-colored spiritual radiance.
Yet—strangely enough—whether it was the statue on the left holding a pill cauldron or the statue on the right wielding a treasured sword, the sealing spiritual restrictions on their foreheads had all been damaged, emitting faint spatial fluctuations.
After all, among the cultivators who had entered the Mustard Seed Immortal Boat alongside them and entered the Sacred Emperor Hall before them, Farmer Woodcutter had been the only one from beginning to end!
"Are these the Sacred Emperors of the Ancient Human Clan? Those two legendary ancient Human Clan immortals—Danyang Supreme Emperor and Sword Origin Supreme Emperor?"
"It is said that these two Sacred Emperors were once supreme existences of the Ancient Human Clan, as well as renowned ancient immortal powerhouses of the Spirit Realm."
At this moment, Great