Spirit Palace Realm

When Lin Langtian stepped into the stone statue, what appeared before him was an ancient altar.

Around the altar stood stone stairs that soared into the clouds. Other than that, there was only endless pitch-black void.

At the very top of those stone stairs, a worn and ancient meditation cushion could vaguely be seen.

Lin Langtian looked around but did not find Lin Dong's figure. His brows furrowed slightly.

"It seems the space inside this stone statue is not limited to just one."

Lin Langtian pondered briefly, then shook his head. He looked above the altar, hesitated for a moment, and then leaped up.

At the top of the altar, the worn ancient meditation cushion lay in a disorderly heap, utterly inconspicuous.

Yet strangely, Lin Langtian sensed a lingering aura from it, one that seemed to transcend heaven and earth.

This had been left behind by the Symbol Ancestor!

"So I need to cultivate a Spirit Palace here..." Thinking of the legendary Spirit Palace Realm, Lin Langtian pursed his lips slightly before slowly sitting cross-legged upon the worn cushion.

To condense a Spirit Palace was, in simple terms, to transform the Mud Pill Palace into a "Spirit Palace."

However, this step was as difficult as Ascending Heaven. Thus, on the present Tianxuan Continent, aside from the Ice Master, almost no one had entered this realm.

But for Lin Langtian, he had already entered the Great Talisman Sect realm. Moreover, this was where the Symbol Ancestor had once secluded himself to cultivate. With the right time, place, and circumstances all on his side, he naturally had to give it his all.

Lin Langtian sat quietly, but his consciousness entered another world.

There seemed to be blazing flames, gathering lightning, and raging hurricanes there, as though he stood amid the cruel conditions