After climbing a long flight of stairs, Jiang Lingxuan had no idea how high he had gone. He only knew that even with the stamina of a High-Order New Human, he was panting heavily.
After climbing upward day and night for several days, Jiang Lingxuan finally stepped onto the last stair.
It was a circular space. In the dim surroundings, there was only a small skylight in the ceiling above. A human body could not pass through it, and it was a sealed skylight without any opening, tightly shut. In such a strange place, the transparent material naturally could not have been glass.
Beneath the skylight stood a clock.
Jiang Lingxuan approached it and examined the clock closely. He confirmed that he recognized none of the twelve characters on it; they were likely a script from some unknown era.
But did clocks exist back then?
Shaking his head and no longer dwelling on it, Jiang Lingxuan turned his attention to the hands. This clock had no second hand, and its other two hands pointed to ten thirty.
Yet after a long while, the minute hand moved forward only a single notch, making Jiang Lingxuan completely certain that this clock was not meant for telling time.
Having confirmed this, Jiang Lingxuan sat down on the ground and waited quietly. He Peiyuan had clearly told him that the thing could only be released when the clock pointed exactly at twelve.
At its current pace, it would probably take several more days to reach twelve. Fortunately, he had brought enough jerky and water to keep waiting.
No one knew that Jiang Lingxuan was inside this black palace. The Bai family members who had entered through the outer gates had apparently encountered something that frightened them away. Amid the silence, only the light shining