At first glance, the place of refuge looked little different from the outside world. Endless storms raged overhead, and all manner of scenery stretched as far as the eye could see. They could even leap off the tortoise's back to swim in the sea or run across the grasslands.
But everyone knew this place was not safe.
Fang Yun tested it and discovered that he could not see through this space.
After chatting with the Sages for a while, Fang Yun entrusted the newborn to someone else and found a place to cultivate.
The good news was that the ambient energy here was actually denser than outside, and it contained primordial power that was not particularly strong, making it more suitable for cultivation. The bad news was that Fang Yun could not settle his mind.
If he failed to witness something as momentous as a battle against the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragons with his own eyes, his trip to the Archaic Era would practically have been wasted.
But a battle among the Ancestors was far too dangerous. Never mind a Saint Ancestor's heaven-shaking might-even a single glance or breath could kill a Half-Sage.
Fang Yun did not want to stand on the Hundred-Winged Tortoise-Dragon's back, catch his first glimpse of the Ancestors, and then be killed by a glance from who knew where.
After cultivating for quite some time, Fang Yun walked over to Di Lan and asked, "Is there any way I can watch the battle among the Ancestors without getting killed?"
"You're rather bold," Di Lan said.
"Doesn't the Emperor Race have somewhere other than this refuge that could protect me while letting me watch the battle?" Fang Yun asked.
"Of course we do. Why wouldn't we?" Di Lan said.
"Where?"
"The Ancestral Hall."
Fang Yun rolled his eyes