In the deepest part of the palace, they discovered a lofty chamber shrouded in mysterious light.
The chamber's door was tightly shut, as though guarding some important secret. The door alone exerted an immense pressure.
While Chen Xiaojun was studying how to open it, Xixi stepped forward and pushed it open with a gentle shove.
"Xixi, how did you know?" Chen Xiaojun asked in confusion.
Xixi chuckled. "Just as I thought! Little Xiaojun, let your big sister explain. Palaces belonging to deities usually aren't guarded. Otherwise, coming and going would be such a hassle. Besides, someone must have opened this door before. Even if there were defensive mechanisms, they would have been triggered long ago."
Beyond the door lay a spacious hall, with a golden sword standing at its center.
The sword was about a meter and a half long. Its straight blade shimmered with silvery-white light, exuding a sense of vast, sacred power.
Intricate patterns and mysterious runes were engraved on the blade, every detail revealing endless allure and mystery.
The runes gave off a faint glow, holding some mysterious power within them.
The hilt was made from an unknown metal and felt superb to the touch, making one long to hold it and feel its power.
The entire blade radiated a majestic, sacred aura. It was not merely a sword, but a symbol of a deity.
They gathered around the sword, gazing at the vast, boundless power of the Holy Sword with eyes full of wonder and awe.
"What is this sword's origin?!" Chen Xiaojun could not help asking.
Xixi looked at Chen Xiaojun, a fervent gleam in her eyes, and explained, "This must be the Angel Holy Sword that the First-Generation Angel God used to seal away evil powers."
"Isn't the Angel Holy Sword on Spirit Hall's