"Was this the true Ancient Heavenly Palace?" Zi Yan's curious voice rang out.
Zi Yan stood in midair, her purple-and-gold dress gleaming with a cold luster beneath the gray-white daylight. Her purple-and-gold eyes slowly swept across the world before her, reflecting towering green peaks and floating stone islands, while undisguised wonder filled her face.
As Zi Yan surveyed this world, she clicked her tongue in admiration.
Lin Ming nodded, slowly drawing his gaze back from the green peaks and stone islands. This world, silent for countless ages, was reflected in his abyss-black eyes, and a trace of gravity tempered his calm expression.
He sensed that the spiritual energy permeating this world was several times denser than it had been on the outskirts. It drifted slowly between the green peaks like flowing gauze.
At the same time, however, he could faintly detect extremely obscure fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from deep within the stone islands. Faint yet concentrated, those fluctuations put Lin Ming secretly on his guard.
Though this Ancient Heavenly Palace had lain abandoned for ten thousand years, its surviving formations and restrictions were still operating, like sharp blades suspended in the darkness, ready to be touched by the slightest careless move.
"What do we do now?" Zi Yan asked eagerly.
Zi Yan withdrew her gaze and turned to Lin Ming, her purple-and-gold eyes sparkling with eagerness. Her lips curved into a lovely smile, and she clearly looked ready to throw herself into the task.
Seeing this, Lin Ming smiled as he stood in midair with his hands behind his back, his dark robes stirring gently in the breeze. His gaze passed over Zi Yan's eager face before settling on the expectant faces of North King and Xia Jia.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Ming slowly said, "An Ancient