The Medicine Hall, built from piled stones, was said to have been founded by an immortal, yet it was truly unremarkable. It stood amid a stone forest, neither grand nor imposing, utterly ordinary.
Dull gray stones, a hall twenty feet tall-everything looked so simple and crude.
It could not even be called a hall, just a stone house, roughly made, with neither luster nor beauty to speak of.
"Are you sure this is an ancient immortal hall, and not some stone house you piled together when you had nothing better to do?" Shi Hao asked doubtfully, feeling that this old turtle was rather unreliable.
The entire day had been inexplicable.
"Do not underestimate this place. It was once the Human Immortal's place of secluded cultivation, and also where Longevity Medicine was refined. Sadly, time has worn everything away, but the traces that remain are enough to benefit you two youngsters," the old turtle said.
He Xian stepped inside without even waiting for him to finish.
The stars wheeled and shifted, and time danced around him, as though he had crossed into another space and time.
In a daze, he saw a Kunpeng spread its wings through the universe, shattering stars one after another. He saw a True Dragon surge upward and pierce the nine heavens, and the Golden Spear impale an entire star field.
The next moment, every vision vanished, because He Xian knew they were false.
He looked at the murals on the stone walls. Those wondrous visions were all manifestations of the paintings, projected with lifelike clarity.
He Xian walked deeper into the hall, step by step. Without a doubt, spatial law was at work here. Though it looked small from outside, the interior was extraordinarily vast.
There was no luster here. It resembled a cave dwelling carved