The bronze lamps in the great hall had been forged from Tier Four verdant-patterned copper mother. After countless ages, their spirituality had long since drained away, leaving their surfaces dull and lusterless. Only the fiercely burning flames bore silent witness to the Ancient Demon Race's might in antiquity.
The hall was enormous, spanning more than a hundred zhang. Streaks of dark light gleamed along its inner walls, which were engraved with all manner of strange writing and unknown runes.
At the center of the hall stood a massive altar. The three objects resting on it caught Xu Yan's attention.
The enormous altar faced the hall's entrance directly. It was roughly twenty zhang long and more than seven zhang high, built entirely from a pale yellow crystal.
The object that drew his attention was a broken, ink-black stele, densely engraved with crooked runes that looked like a ghost's scrawls.
To the left of this half-broken stele stood a massive stone cauldron, engraved with strange patterns identical to those on the lingering obsession of the Ancient Demon Race elder he had encountered in the vast square earlier.
A faint medicinal fragrance drifted from the stone cauldron. Xu Yan sent his Divine Sense inside and discovered a considerable amount of Spirit Herb residue.
"To retain even a faint medicinal fragrance after countless ages, the spirit medicines in this Medicine Cauldron must have been at least ten thousand years old!"
As he sensed the spirit medicine residue within the stone cauldron, a pained expression appeared on Xu Yan's face.
Every spirit herb more than ten thousand years old was an incomparably precious heavenly treasure. Even Golden Core cultivators would fight to the death over one, and Nascent Soul masters would be unable to resist making a move if they encountered it.
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