"This is where the Desolate race's Origin Pagoda lies."
"This truly is connected to the White Robed Great Master who created the Heavenly Dome. (_&&)"
Once all the streaming light before their eyes had vanished and they could see the scene before them again, everyone was shaken to the core, too excited for words.
Before them stretched a vast, dark, desolate world. Indigo radiance drifted through the sky overhead like pairs of Desolate race eyes. Gusts of bleak, ancient wind seemed to blow in from primordial times, howling across the boundless wasteland.
Yet amid this vast wilderness, which appeared empty save for the drifting aura of desolation, a cluster of milky-white spiritual light stood directly before them.
This cluster of milky-white spiritual light was not large, spanning only several hundred zhang, but the aura it emanated was exactly the same as that of the Heavenly Dome—mysterious, profound, powerful, and filled with compassion. It inspired reverence and made one unable to resist kneeling in worship.
"Ling Longtian..."
What made Han Weiwei and the others cry out was that Ling Longtian had truly knelt before this spiritual light barrier. Her shoulders trembled as golden tears streamed down her face.
"What is this?"
Wei Suo walked to Ling Longtian's side. He saw an inconspicuous stone stele before her, made from ordinary gray stone from this Desolate race Origin Pagoda. It bore some unique Spirit race script, covered in traces of time's erosion.
"This is an ancestral injunction left behind by our Demon Emperor Dragon clan. It told our clan to guard this place with our lives for generation after generation." Golden tears in Ling Longtian's eyes reflected the indigo starlight above as they rolled down uncontrollably.
"So that means, after the Key to the Immortal Realm fell here, the Spirit and Desolate races