Eastern Domain Zhao Country, Celestial Slayer Sacred City, cultivators hurried along, most of them dressed in dark robes, with vigilance written all over their brows.
The branch of the Celestial Secret Pavilion was located in the most bustling area of the inner region, with a vermilion gate carved with intricate cloud patterns, and stone lions on both sides of the door glaring fiercely, radiating an aura of authority.
Chen Sheng wore a dark long robe, exuding only the mana fluctuations of a mid-stage Golden Core, appearing utterly ordinary.
He stepped out from within the Celestial Secret Pavilion, raising his hand slightly, revealing a jade scroll in his palm, its entire surface glistening white, emanating a faint halo, as if containing countless secrets.
A thought stirred in his heart, and a wisp of divine sense silently entered the jade scroll, like an invisible thread swiftly traversing through the texts recording significant events of Zhao Country over the past century.
