Shangyang Inner Landscape.
"Junior Brother, this is the Dao Lecture Platform!"
Shen Yue Ru, dressed in a red skirt, led Jiang Ning to an open plaza.
On the plaza.
Cushions crisscrossed the ground like stars scattered across the sky.
At the very front of the cushions stood a high platform three feet off the ground.
On the high platform also lay a cushion woven from light-yellow straw.
Unlike other places, this location lacked the sense of interlaced time and space.
No matter how the surrounding scenery shifted, this place consistently emitted a faint treasured glow, exactly the same as the Yang Pool.
"The Dao Lecture Platform?" Jiang Ning's face revealed doubt.
"Mhm!" Shen Yue Ru nodded and continued, "Back in the day, disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect could come here from various domains to listen to the supreme mighty figures of the sect lecture on the Dao."
"That was also the greatest period of prosperity for the Shangyang Immortal Sect."
"Even though many years have passed and this place is no longer what it used to be, the past lectures of the supreme mighty figures are still engraved within this heaven and earth. Those existences, even though they have already passed away, the lingering imprints they left behind still protect this place, causing it to retain its treasured glow."
"If Junior Brother has profound karmic fortune and exceptional comprehension, sitting cross-legged on the cushion at the front might allow you to listen to the grand occasion of the supreme mighty figures lecturing on the Dao back then across the interlaced time and space!"
Hearing this.
Jiang Ning said, "Has Senior Sister experienced it personally?"
Shen Yue Ru nodded. "I once comprehended a supreme sword art right here! Later on, after trying countless times, I gained no further harvest."
"Senior