Not long after leaving the Pill Hall, Xiao Ze and the others soon arrived at a vast, ancient hall.
The entire hall was copper-yellow. An ancient aura wafted from beneath every stone slab, its age and wear plain to see.
The hall was enormous. Standing inside it, people seemed as tiny as ants.
At the center of the hall, ten enormous balls of light hovered in midair. Within their dazzling glow, scrolls could be seen.
The moment Xiao Yan saw the balls of light, his heart began pounding wildly.
Like the other treasure seekers, he had come here drawn by the legendary Heavenly Rank Dou Technique.
If he were fortunate enough to inherit a Heavenly Rank Dou Technique, it was easy to imagine just how high his strength might rise.
Xiao Ze's gaze swept across the balls of light one by one, then finally came to rest at their center.
There stood a stone platform. Upon it sat a skeleton, pure jade-white from head to toe, legs crossed and hands clasped in a seal.
"Are these the Dou Saint Remains?" Xiao Ze could sense that a measure of energy still lingered within them.
The energy was extremely subtle; only a Dou Sheng Expert could detect it.
But he merely glanced at the remains before looking away.
He wasn't some good Samaritan. Anyone who dared come here had their head hanging by a thread.
Turning their gazes away from the balls of light and the remains, Xiao Ze and the others looked toward the center of the hall. Numerous figures already stood there, each with a powerful aura. Clearly, they were no easy opponents.
But when they saw Xiao Ze and the others, their expressions changed in unison.
"A Dou Sheng Expert?"
Who in the Central Plains didn't know Xiao Ze?