Two thousand years ago, a strand of sword light flashed across the nine heavens, tearing through the sky.
The world recovered, and martial arts began to revive.
Two thousand years later...
Because the higher-ups of the Taichu Dao Palace firmly believe that the powerful figure is still alive.
I will come back someday.
Therefore, no one is allowed to touch his temple.
Unfortunately, that powerful figure never returned until the Great Calamity began and the Primordial Dao Palace was destroyed.
"This palace came from beyond the heavens. What exactly is this 'beyond the heavens'?"
Lin Xuan stood up and carefully examined the surroundings of the palace.
I can't make heads or tails of it no matter how I look at it.
He frowned slightly, pointed a finger, and instantly a terrifyingly sharp blade appeared. A wisp of blade energy, like a crescent moon, slammed into the wall on his left.
With a resounding bang, Lin Xuan unleashed a strike powerful enough to sever a Star-level spiritual weapon.
Surprisingly, not a single mark was left on the wall.
"Such a sturdy material, it's probably far superior to a Sun-level spiritual weapon."
Lin Xuan muttered to himself, his pupils shining even brighter, like two great suns illuminating the world.
Weapons are divided into nine grades of mortal weapons and three grades of spiritual weapons.
The materials used in this palace are likely to have surpassed the third level of the Spirit Rank.
"What other levels are there above spiritual artifacts?"
Lin Xuan frowned, deep in thought.
His current skill in weapon crafting has reached the peak of the upper-grade Earth level, making him a true master of weapon crafting.
He was confident that he could create even a Sun-level spiritual artifact.
Even so, he still couldn't see through the material of the palace; it was simply terrifying.
"This palace is quite extraordinary. It's alright if we can't fully understand it yet. We can put it away for now and study it slowly later..."
Lin Xuan's heart stirred, and he left the palace like a streak of light.
When he reappeared, he was already standing high in the sky. With a thought, a large cauldron flew out of his body and hovered above his head.
It was the innate treasure, the Mountain and River Cauldron.