The Palace from Twenty Thousand Years Ago, built at least twenty thousand years ago, exuded the weariness of countless years, yet it had not been eroded by time at all, as though it had only just been completed.
Though they had not touched it, everyone could sense the Dao essence and spirituality permeating the palace. This was clearly no ordinary object. Dao Marks had been inscribed upon it; it had undoubtedly been imbued with the will and might of an unparalleled master.
They did not see the palace in its entirety, only its enormous gates.
Before the gates lay a flight of white jade stairs, nine tiers in all. They radiated even denser Dao essence and spirituality, and faint Dao Marks could even be seen flickering in and out of view.
"The good stuff should be inside!"
The group cautiously approached, finally stopping before the palace without daring to step directly onto the stairs.
The Dao Marks on the steps appeared and vanished unpredictably. Even a fool could tell something was wrong. Who knew what would happen if they rashly set foot on them?
The commotion caused by the emergence of the underground palace earlier had nearly brought Dao Collapse to an early end. Whoever had arranged this place must have been earth-shattering.
"There's nothing to hesitate over. If we don't step up, we can only die trapped here!"
Wei Fan looked at the speaker. The man was Yang Peiwen. They had introduced themselves earlier. Though he was not a direct descendant of a Martial Saint, he still came from a Martial Saint family.
In truth, anyone who had been able to rely on secret treasures to cross the Dao Collapse Barrier and enter the Wasteland at the first opportunity had the backing of a Martial Saint or Demon Saint.