"Your information is quite thorough. Unfortunately, the Holy Hall was destroyed during the ancient war." King of Holy Radiance spoke calmly. "The Holy Hall our clan has today is merely a replica, with less than thirty percent of the original's power. This replica is meant to assist with breakthroughs, so it has little use in war."
The Lord of the Abyss gave a faint smile and didn't expose his lie. The original Holy Hall might be formidable, but the Lord of the Abyss was confident that his own trump cards were not much worse. He was quite sure he could handle it.
"The Holy Hall?"
Lei Dong's small Flying Boat, the Harem, was temporarily serving as his palace. As he discussed strategy over tea with the Netherworld Ghost Emperor, the Purgatory Devil King, the two other major powers, King of Judgment, and the others, King of Judgment anxiously raised this concern.
According to King of Judgment, the spirit treasure known as the Holy Hall was the Winged God Clan's ancestral treasure. It was said to have been damaged near the end of the ancient war. In reality, however, it remained intact within the Winged God Clan, and there was a good chance it had now fallen into King of Holy Radiance's hands.
As King of Judgment explained, the Holy Hall resembled a sacred temple, but it did not exist within the Six Domains and Nine Provinces. It was a portable temple space, where the heroic spirits of generations of Winged God Clan members who had died in battle were enshrined. If an important member of the clan hit a bottleneck, they could enter the Holy Hall and receive guidance and spar with those heroic spirits. After enduring a hellish period of cultivation, they might break through their limits.
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