"The White Emperor Tablet—a divine artifact that can span antiquity and the present, allowing one to imitate them."
Xin Lao Wu smiled as he spoke.
"If one does not visit the White Emperor Tablet in life, then coming to the City of Hundred Battles would have been in vain."
"Spanning antiquity and the present?" Xu Zimo was somewhat intrigued.
"Do you wish to see the ancient eras?
Do you wish to speak with the powerhouses of ancient times?
Then the White Emperor Tablet is the best place for it," Xin Lao Wu said.
"Once you enter the White Emperor Tablet, you can converse with figures from throughout history.
The only problem is that not just anyone can enter the White Emperor Tablet now.
It is controlled by the Western Dragon Cult.
Without their consent, I fear it will not be easy."
"The Western Dragon Cult." Xu Zimo smiled.
He said, "Then let us go take a look.
I have offended plenty of Master Powers already, so a few more make no difference."
Xin Lao Wu did not know how to answer Xu Zimo's words.
In any case, he was merely a guide. None of this had anything to do with him.
The White Emperor Tablet was likely the most famous place in the City of Hundred Battles.
Yet because it was controlled by the Western Dragon Cult, not many people came here.
A specially constructed white jade railing surrounded the White Emperor Tablet.
Beside it stood the Western Sacred Palace of the Western Dragon Cult.
The Western Dragon Cult's powerhouses were stationed within, primarily to guard the White Emperor Tablet.
The White Emperor Tablet could also be considered a tremendous opportunity.
It was only a pity that it could not be moved. Otherwise, why would it have remained here?