To Ning Xiaochuan, a distance of three hundred miles was crossed in an instant.
Before him lay a barren ruin. Broken fragments of old battle weapons littered the ground. Most were mottled with rust, no different from scrap iron.
At the center of the ruins stood a Giant Stone Temple.
Calling it a temple was hardly accurate. It had long since collapsed, leaving only several dozen hundred-meter-tall stone pillars standing there, forming a circular temple foundation. The ground was strewn with rubble and weeds, as though no one had set foot here for tens of millions of years.
That powerful life aura was coming from beneath the temple.
"Ning Xiaochuan, this place is strange. It seems to retain divine power." The Heavenly Emperor Blade spoke.
Without the Heavenly Emperor Blade's warning, Ning Xiaochuan had already sensed an ancient divine power the moment he entered the ruins.
In the past, Ning Xiaochuan would naturally never have dared to venture into such a bizarre place. But things were different now. With his current cultivation, unless a subgod personally descended, nothing could threaten him.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Ning Xiaochuan was not arrogantly overconfident. Since divine power was emanating from the temple, he naturally remained on guard.
He summoned the Heavenly Emperor Blade, gripped it in his hand, and walked step by step toward the temple.
The Heavenly Emperor Blade was a Sub-Divine Artifact. The power wielded by its Artifact Spirit alone was comparable to a saint sovereign at the Creation Realm Seventh Level.
With such a Sub-Divine Artifact in Ning Xiaochuan's hand, the power it could unleash was naturally even greater.
Entering the Stone Temple, he saw a stone-carved divine statue standing at its center. It depicted an old man with a long beard, holding a cane in his