The palace became even more still. It was as if even the world’s vital energy was locked in place, as if time itself stopped.

Inside of this silent world, Lin Xi’s party seemed like four small dots in a forever unchanging scroll.

A single clear trail of footprints was left in the ashes. Even though so much time had passed, it never changed. This lonely trail led into the palace’s depths.

Regardless of whether it was chasing after the greatest civilization cultivators had ever established, chasing after the greatest age of cultivators, or if it was chasing after Principal Zhang’s footsteps, Lin Xi and the others truly felt as if they were making a pilgrimage.

They looked at the ruined divine structures along the way, at the deep hole blasted open by some tremendous power. However, they didn’t spend any time wondering the significance and meaning behind the runes and patterns, nor did they try to look for any soul weapons or cultivation methods left behind. The trail they followed seemed to have already passed through all of the side chambers...