Before coming here, Lin Chuan had never considered entering the imperial palace. Not only was it far too dangerous, there was no real need for it.
But now that he had seen that golden network, he had no choice but to proceed with caution.
Of the three great primordial clans, the Buddha Clan and Maha Clan had both vanished into the river of time, with only scattered remnants of their people left across the various continents. They could practically be considered extinct. The Supreme One Clan, however, had chosen compromise during that calamity and ultimately sealed themselves within the immortal artifact, the Longevity Realm. Their strength had thus been preserved almost intact. Though they could not return to the cultivation world, they could still manipulate the Central River Imperial Family through arrangements made tens of thousands of years ago and have them serve their purposes.
Lin Chuan's existence now threatened the Central River Imperial Family's rule. In other words, it threatened the Supreme One Clan's control over the Central River Continent, and even the entire cultivation world. The Supreme One Clan would likely have to resort to certain measures.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, it was not as if no one had resisted the Central River Imperial Family's rule. Yet none of them had met a good end. The Supreme One Clan had likely been stirring up trouble behind the scenes as well.
Before long, the middle-aged man delivered all the intelligence Lin Chuan's group needed.
It contained detailed records of the formations laid out within the imperial palace: their functions, the areas they covered, the times at which guards rotated shifts, and their approximate cultivation levels. It was remarkably thorough.
"This is Zhongchuan Jin for you. Even the Great Sound Pavilion probably doesn't have intelligence this