The moment they stepped into the palace, a powerful oppressive force washed over them. Chen Haotian and Su Wanqing instinctively stopped in their tracks, casting cautious glances around. The palace was immensely vast, with a vaulted ceiling reaching high into the clouds and walls inlaid with glowing spirit stones that illuminated the entire space as bright as day. Yet, the ancient aura permeating the air filled anyone who felt it with reverence.
"This... doesn't look like a place mortals could build," Su Wanqing whispered, her gaze sweeping over the relief carvings on the walls. The carvings depicted various scenes: deities descending, spiritual beasts rampaging, the rise of the human race, and the fall of the gods. Every carving was lifelike, as if recording some astonishing history.
"Perhaps this is the true meaning of the secret realm—inheritance." Chen Haotian gripped the Feishuang Sword tightly. He could feel that the spiritual energy within this space was so dense it was almost tangible, seemingly concealing some immense fortune.
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