In the distance, at the very center of the hall, stood a stone platform.
Upon the platform rested a palm-sized golden box.
The entire box had been forged from some unknown metal, its surface carved with sealing runes that exuded a vast, ancient aura.
Four statues of golden-bodied Arhats stood around the stone platform.
Those four Arhats were no ordinary statues—they were genuine golden Arhat bodies.
Upon closer inspection, they were the indestructible vajra bodies formed when four Buddhist experts at the Quasi-Saint level had, after passing into nirvana, condensed their lifelong cultivation into their flesh.
Every golden body radiated the aura of a Second Heaven Quasi-Saint.
Four Quasi-Saint-level golden Arhat bodies guarded a tiny golden box.
What was inside this box?
Su Tao stepped forward and reached out to open it.
The instant the lid was lifted, a dazzling golden beam shot into the heavens, illuminating the entire hall as brightly as snow.
That golden light contained an indescribable pressure.
It was not the pressure of power, but the pressure of will—a will that stood above all living beings and looked down upon all creation.
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and looked into the box.
Inside the box lay a Sarira in utter stillness.
That Sarira was only the size of a thumb, crystal-clear throughout, and radiated seven-colored light.
Yet its radiance was completely different from the Sariras they had seen before.
The light of those Sariras had been gentle, warm, and compassionate.
But the light of this Sarira was majestic, domineering, and beyond question.
Like an emperor looking down upon his subjects.
"This is..."
As Ye Lin watched the scene before him, a vague guess had already formed in his heart.
"The Sarira of the founding Emperor of the Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty."
Su Tao spoke blandly, his