After Lin Hao actually received a response, he did not wait, but headed straight toward a hazy palace in the thick mist ahead.
The palace was predominantly black, with a huge stone statue at its entrance.
The statue was pitch-black throughout, depicting a tortoise entwined with a snake. Its tortoise shell was thick and heavy, its spirit snake coiled, majestic and mysterious.
As Lin Hao approached, the thick mist thinned, and he could make out the words "Water Virtue Hall" on the plaque above the entrance.
At the entrance, he could sense an invisible pressure, as though an extremely resilient barrier covered the surroundings.
"So this is the foundation of what was once a sacred land of cultivation..."
Lin Hao already possessed the ability to perceive things with his soul. He walked into the hall, where a faceless deity statue stood in the center. From it, he could vaguely sense a threat and something ominous.
Something bad seemed to be gestating within the deity statue.
"A Weird..."
Lin Hao frowned.
Although the surrounding barrier and the residual divine power of the statue itself were suppressing it, Lin Hao felt that whatever was inside would emerge sooner or later...
Fortunately, there should be no need to worry in the short term.
"The Dragon-Tiger Holy Land used special methods back then to temporarily suppress the most troublesome things..."
Some conjectures arose in Lin Hao's mind.
In that case, he wondered whether other factors had been involved in the National Preceptor's rumored descent into madness three hundred years ago, when he suddenly refined the entire capital into a Ghost Domain.
Although Lin Hao sensed something unsettling inside the deity statue, the rewards were still being distributed here.
A line of text projected directly into view.
"You have passed the assessment. Choose your reward."