Shangyang Inner Scene.
"Junior Brother, this is the Sermon Platform!"
Shen Yue Ru, dressed in red, brought Jiang Ning to an empty square.
The square.
Prayer mats were scattered across the ground in a pattern as dense as stars in the sky.
At the very front of the prayer mats stood a platform three feet above the ground.
A pale-yellow prayer mat woven from straw also lay on the platform.
Unlike the other places, this place bore no sense of two different spaces and times interweaving.
No matter how the scenery around it shifted and changed, this place always radiated a faint treasure light, exactly like the Gold Pool.
"The Sermon Platform?" Jiang Ning asked, confusion showing on his face.
"Yes!" Shen Yue Ru nodded and continued, "Back then, the disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect could come here from various Domains to listen to the supreme experts within the Sect expound the Dao."
"That was also the Shangyang Immortal Sect's greatest period of glory."
"Though many years have passed and this place is no longer as it was in those days, the sermons of those supreme experts from back then were still engraved in this world. Though those beings had long since passed away, the imprints they left behind continued to protect this place, allowing its treasure light to endure."
"Junior Brother, if you have deep fortune and Outstanding Comprehension, sitting on one of the prayer mats in front might allow you to listen across the interwoven spaces and times to the grand sermons of those supreme experts from back then!"
Hearing this.
Jiang Ning asked, "Senior Sister, have you experienced it yourself?"
Shen Yue Ru nodded. "I once learned a supreme sword art here! Later, I tried countless times, but gained nothing more."
"Senior Sister, then I'll give