There seemed to be only a handful of innate restriction arrays on Buzhou Mountain that could be called large.
Fuxi and Nuwa could be ruled out first.
Lin Changsheng had already visited their innate restriction array.
He had also discussed the Dao with Nuwa and Fuxi.
It was still an immense distance from here.
Could it be the Innate Gourd Vine?
Lin Changsheng's eyes lit up.
If it really was the Innate Gourd Vine, that would be wonderful.
The Innate Gourd Vine was one of the ten great innate top-grade spiritual roots.
Its single vine bore seven Innate Gourds, each with a considerable reputation.
If Lin Changsheng found it, he might be able to extract its essence and produce seven little gourds.
But that would have to wait until he had unraveled this innate restriction array.
With that thought, Lin Changsheng hurriedly flew toward the innate restriction array.
Moments later, he arrived before the Innate Grand Formation.
This Innate Grand Formation was somewhat larger than any innate restriction array he had encountered before.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began unraveling it.
After an unknown length of time, Lin Changsheng vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, his body sank, and he nearly fell to the ground.
He hurriedly circulated all his magic power, forming a shield of magic power before he could barely steady himself.
Only then did he hastily look up.
An ancient, austere hall, weathered through the ages, appeared before his eyes.
No words in the world could describe its grandeur and magnificence.
Even with Lin Changsheng's breadth of experience, it delivered an unparalleled shock.
It towered silently like a giant's heart, each faint beat unleashing power that made even heaven and earth tremble.
"Pangu Temple!"
Lin Changsheng cried out in astonishment.
Only Pangu Temple could