Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Ye Han raced through the ruins of an immense palace, his eyes full of astonishment. Gigantic pillars stood throughout the ruins, covered in mysterious, profound rune patterns and numerous reliefs, though most had already eroded beyond recognition...
The sheer expanse of the palace ruins alone stretched a hundred li, with what looked like collapsed bridges connecting parts of them. It was clear how magnificent and grand this structure must have been when it was intact.
Only an extraordinarily powerful race could have built something so magnificent.
Ye Han dashed beneath an enormous pillar and stopped. Looking around, he muttered, "This should be the location on the map. Did I arrive too late? Is the route into third heaven already gone?"
It was hardly surprising that Ye Han thought so. These vast, majestic ruins looked utterly extraordinary, and they could very well have been the route into third heaven.
Now that they seemed to have collapsed just like the First Heaven God-Offering Altar, did that mean another cultivator had beaten him here, unraveled this place's secrets, and entered third heaven?
At that thought, Ye Han felt somewhat disappointed. If that were the case, his route into third heaven might have been cut off. No wonder so many cultivators were stuck on this second layer, unable to ascend!
What should he do now?
Ye Han frowned.
No!!
Judging by the state of these ruins, it would have taken countless tens of thousands of years for them to develop such signs of decay. By his estimate, they were at least a million years old.
Many of the cultivators whose cave abodes he had found had entered the Three Heavens within the past hundred and fifty to two hundred thousand years.
And that map certainly did not look a million years