"This was the burial place of Huanling and that Beast Tamer." Zhou Hao and Murong descended upon a lush, verdant plane.
This plane was a vast primeval forest, and within that forest lay a clearing spanning a hundred meters in every direction. That clearing was where Huanling's Imperial Throne had once stood when it ruled the Tianluo Great Domain.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Hao and Murong appeared near the clearing.
Two White Swallow Tribe Divine Venerates stood guard here, one of them being one of the tribe's three peak experts.
They were responsible for guarding this place and preventing anyone from causing damage here.
"That's the Imperial Seat, right?" Zhou Hao looked at the majestic Imperial Seat in the very center of the clearing and asked in a certain tone.
"Mm." Murong nodded gently, then swept her gaze around and said with a smile, "Quite a lot of people come to see this Imperial Seat."
"That only proves that even after two billion years, Huanling still lives in their hearts and will be passed down from generation to generation," Zhou Hao said rather sentimentally as he looked at the Imperial Seat.
This was a rare thing. After all, as time flowed on, some things would be worn away by the torrent of time.
Murong nodded slightly. "Having a place like this is actually quite nice."
As long as this place continued to exist, history would not be forgotten.
Zhou Hao chuckled in agreement. "Indeed. Places with symbolic meaning are more appealing."
As he spoke, he paused slightly, then glanced at the White Swallow perched on a distant branch and said with a smile, "Of course, for this place to become such a landmark, the efforts of the White Swallow Tribe must have been indispensable."
Murong also glanced