Jiang Ding stood motionless where he was.
A long time passed.
"Forget it. This little bit of risk still has to be borne."
Jiang Ding sighed softly. "An eighth-tier treasure had endured hundreds of thousands of years of erosion, then suffered repeated attacks and restraint from dozens of Dao Integration Cultivators. Much of its array had already been breached."
"Even so, if it still possesses power Above Dao Integration, then there is nothing more to be said."
He no longer hesitated and stepped inside.
The heavenly light around him shifted and flickered. Another layer of heaven appeared.
This was a dark and somber world. There was wind, icy cold wind. The sky hung heavy and black, while the earth was veiled in pitch-black mist, making the future impossible to see.
Jiang Ding's gaze first fell upon the center.
There stood a memorial tablet like a pillar of black-ink stone, reaching from heaven to earth and piercing straight into the clouds of the ninth heaven. A line of writing was inscribed upon it, its profound sorrow spreading outward, undying for hundreds of thousands of years.
'Spirit Tablet of the Ancient God Patriarch.'
This was the spirit tablet of the founding ancestor of the Ancient God Dao, the Ancient God Celestial, a great being who had opened up a place for humanity to survive within a World Cluster.
Jiang Ding bowed slightly in salute.
Beneath the Ancient God Patriarch's tablet stood many much smaller memorial tablets, all belonging to sages of the Ancient God Dao. There were even Dao Integration Realm cultivators among them. The strongest auras belonged to the Dao Masters of the Ancient God Dao's second through Third Generations.
Yet there was no memorial tablet for the fourth-generation Dao Master.
The destruction of the Ancient God Dao back then must