The grand hall looked magnificent from the outside, brimming with artistic flair;
yet its interior was laid out with extreme simplicity.
The smooth floor had no seams at all, as though it had been carved flat from a single slab of stone. Purple jade pillars were etched with auspicious clouds and immortal cranes, while drapes hanging throughout the hall swayed gently in the passing breeze.
Wang Jixuan walked through this place.
For some reason, it felt familiar to him, yet he had no memories connected to it whatsoever.
Looking up, he saw a massive Dao Character directly ahead. Natural light had been guided in from above it, leaving the lower half of the character submerged in darkness.
A lone meditation cushion sat there.
A Crystal Ball rested atop it, and within the Crystal Ball was a faint black silhouette.
Wang Jixuan strolled forward until he reached the cushion.
He had thought it would be a magical artifact carrying memories from his previous life, but upon drawing near, he discovered that it truly contained a portion of his Mahayana Remnant Soul.
Yet this portion carried no memories at all.
Wang Jixuan pressed a finger against the Crystal Ball. Without any further action from him, the faint black silhouette inside collapsed on its own, turning into specks of Azure Light that flowed into his fingertip.
Had he brought his Mahayana Remnant Soul with him, he would most likely have gained considerable benefits at this moment.
Completing the remnant soul was naturally impossible;
but its power could have increased by fifty or sixty percent.
The Crystal Ball completely lost its glow.
The palace seemed to die along with it.
Wang Jixuan stood there for a long while.
No one knew what he was thinking, nor what he was doing.
Before the hall doors,