Ancient Hall Ruins, Longevity Dao Rhyme Unravels the Mysteries

Deep within the Hongmeng Secret Realm, towering ruins of an ancient hall stood silently in a valley shrouded in clouds and mist. The hall's walls had long since become mottled and worn, covered in the marks of time. Only a scattered few glazed tiles remained upon its roof, glimmering faintly beneath the light of two moons. Only the hundred-zhang-tall broken stele at the center of the hall remained standing, its surface carved with densely packed ancient runes that radiated an aura of age and majesty.

Shen Hao stood before the broken stele, dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe. His gaze carried both solemnity and shock. Since entering the Hongmeng Secret Realm, this was the first time he had encountered such an ancient structure. This hall was clearly a relic that had existed since the birth of Hongmeng.

Lei Meng and Elder Mu Chen stood behind him, equally stunned into silence by the sight before them. Lei Meng had fought throughout his life and seen countless ancient city ruins, yet he had never seen an ancient hall of such scale. Elder Mu Chen was trembling all over with excitement. Having devoted his life to studying Hongmeng's history, he naturally understood these ancient relics inside and out.

Three hundred disciples stood in neat formations at the edge of the ancient hall ruins, their burning gazes fixed on the broken stele at the center. Yet not a single one dared step inside without permission. They knew that this ancient hall bore witness to Hongmeng's history. Without the Common Lord's permission, they absolutely could not approach it on their own.

"Common Lord, this ancient hall must have existed for tens of thousands of years, right?" Elder Mu Chen's voice trembled slightly. "This old man once saw records in ancient texts that, when Hongmeng was