The Way of Heaven Museum had an exceedingly mysterious origin.
Just from the various treasures displayed inside, it was obvious that a place like this could not possibly have formed naturally. It had definitely been created by someone.
But what kind of powerful being could have created such a museum? It could even prevent Emperor Realm powerhouses from breaking in!
In fact, Emperor Realm powerhouses had tried to force their way in more than once. Even the Five Ancestors of the Emperor Clan had once joined forces to attempt it, only to fail. They had nearly suffered severe injuries from the museum's backlash.
After repeated failures, those Emperor Realm powerhouses finally gave up and reluctantly accepted the fact that Emperor Realm cultivators could not enter.
Looking at the enormous palace floating in the void, as large as a star, almost everyone was stunned.
When Prometheus saw the palace, a trace of nostalgia flashed through his eyes. More than a hundred epochs ago, before he and that man had reached the Emperor Realm, they had entered this palace together, bringing quite a few companions along with them.
Now, the Way of Heaven Museum had opened once again, but this time, it was that man's son who would be entering...
Prometheus glanced at Gu Ding, then sent him a voice transmission. "That cushion I gave you is about to come in handy. You can only sit on the floor inside the museum. Isn't Old Dad incredibly farsighted? Don't you admire me?"
Farsighted my ass... Gu Ding grumbled inwardly. Good thing this guy isn't my real dad. It'd be awful if I inherited his insanity!
"Gu Ding, I have a question about your Old Dad..." Liliath leaned close to Gu Ding's ear and lowered her voice as she transmitted, "Has he always been