From the outside, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion looked like nothing more than an ordinary hall. Compared to Heavenly Extremity Hall, it was even somewhat inferior. Yet upon entering, one discovered a world within a world. The entire space was exquisitely crafted; even knowing it was false, one still felt as though it were real.
At a glance, many books were stored within the pavilion. Yet unlike those books lying flat, these books seemed almost alive. Moreover, beside every book stood a portrait of a person, making anyone who looked upon them unable to resist feeling reverence.
Yang Chen was the same. Looking at those portraits, his heart was filled with respect.
After all, these were the great senior masters of the Profound Dao Sect.
But just as his thoughts wandered, he suddenly gave a soft sound of surprise.
That faint hum was filled with astonishment. Only when he turned his head did he discover that someone was sitting beside him. The person sat there without the slightest aura, like a dead man. Yet the movement in his eyes revealed that he was alive.
It was an old man, his hair snow-white, looking as though he might breathe his last at any moment. Yet from the sharpness in his gaze, it was clear that he had not reached the twilight of his life.
"After all these years, a little fellow below the True God Stage has come. It seems the Profound Dao Sect has truly gained another true disciple... Come, hand over your token." The old man spoke.
"Senior, you are...?" Yang Chen asked.
Looking at the old man, Yang Chen only felt that he was unfathomable, giving him the same feeling as facing the Profound Dao Sect's sect master.
Could this person also be a supreme expert capable of rivaling