Divine Palace Stage

When Lin Langtian stepped into the stone statue, an ancient altar appeared before him.

Around the altar stood stone stairs that soared into the clouds. Other than that, there was only endless black void.

At the very top of those stairs, a worn and ancient cushion could vaguely be seen.

Lin Langtian looked around, but did not find any trace of Lin Dong. His brows furrowed slightly.

"It seems the space inside this stone statue is not limited to one."

After pondering for a moment, Lin Langtian shook his head and looked above the altar. After a brief hesitation, he leaped upward.

At the top of the altar, the worn ancient cushion lay in a disorderly heap, utterly inconspicuous.

Yet strangely, Lin Langtian sensed a lingering aura from it, one that seemed to stand above heaven and earth.

It had been left behind by the Symbol Ancestor!

"So I must cultivate a divine palace here..." Thinking of the legendary Divine Palace Stage, Lin Langtian pressed his lips together slightly before slowly sitting cross-legged upon the worn cushion.

To condense a divine palace was, in simple terms, to transform the Mud Pill Palace into a "divine palace."

However, this step was as difficult as ascending heaven. Thus, on the current Heavenly Profound Continent, aside from the Ice Master, almost no one had entered this realm.

But Lin Langtian had already reached the Grand Talisman Master realm. Furthermore, this was where the Symbol Ancestor had once secluded himself to cultivate. With the right time, place, and conditions all in his favor, he naturally had to give it everything he had.

Lin Langtian sat quietly, but his consciousness entered an entirely different world.

There, blazing flames burned, lightning gathered, and hurricanes swept through, as though he had been cast into the brutal era