It was a magnificent palace, forged from some unknown material. Dragons and phoenixes were carved into its surface, ancient and unadorned, with arcane patterns running across it one after another.
Mysterious power flowed over the palace's surface. It was so heavy that each surge crushed the surrounding space.
The palace was about the size of an ordinary dwelling. It neither towered high enough to blot out the sun nor shrank to a speck of dust.
Four doors stood on its four sides, each inscribed with different Dao Script. The inscriptions likely served a purpose; they were not mere decoration.
There was no plaque bearing the words "Saint Origin Hall."
Saint Origin Hall was simply the name cultivators on the Origin Continent had given it.
"It really appeared?" Luo Feng dismissed the Lie Yuan Technique, somewhat surprised.
"Make a wish. Maybe the Saint Origin Hall will grant it." Meng Chuan patted Luo Feng on the shoulder.
Luo Feng rolled his eyes at Meng Chuan. "It's not a Divine Dragon. Why would it grant my wish?"
"You never know." Meng Chuan smiled.
"The doors are opening!" Luo Feng suddenly cried.
The Saint Origin Hall's four doors had swung open without a sound.
Looking through them, they saw only darkness, as if four Black Holes had appeared.
"Why aren't there any strange phenomena?" Luo Feng frowned.
"Its aura has already spread across the entire Origin Continent. What more do you want?"
"I never noticed before, but you really do judge a hall by its appearance."
"Oh," Luo Feng replied flatly, then asked:
"Great Emperor, which door should we take?"
"I'd rather take the back door. Wonder if there's one for me to use," Meng Chuan muttered. Then he led Luo Feng straight toward the Saint Origin Hall.
"Whichever. We'll take the closest door."