What met his eyes was a scene of bustling prosperity.
Within it, many cultivators dressed in strange garments walked about, their auras as profound and vast as the sea.
Besides that, many cultivators were cultivating, preaching the Dao, or even in secluded cultivation.
Scene after scene flashed before his eyes, as though he had entered a flourishing and prosperous Death God Palace.
But Chen Wen soon realized something was wrong. None of this was real.
The next moment, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
At the same time, the soul spirit within his Sea of Consciousness began to chant, repelling all falsehoods.
After a while, Chen Wen opened his eyes again, and everything returned to calm.
What met his eyes was utter ruin.
Yet it was also clear that this place had already been looted once before it was preserved.
Xian Hongshao said, "Let's go in and take a look first. There may still be some good things left inside."
Chen Wen took a deep breath before asking, "Sister Shaozi, is there any explanation for that illusion just now?"
Xian Hongshao naturally knew what Chen Wen wanted to ask. "It was prosperity left behind by the passage of time. At the time, it should have been a real image."
"However, things have changed and people are gone... No, it should be said that everything has long since ceased to exist."
"Go in. Those things will not affect you."
"I understand."
Chen Wen nodded and stepped into the great hall.
What met his eyes was a dilapidated hall. Not even the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Energy could be sensed within.
What did that mean?
There were no treasures left here anymore.
Xian Hongshao's voice rang out. "Keep going deeper."
"Have we found a treasure?"
Chen Wen immediately asked,