Inside the Void Heavenly Palace, an air of dust-covered antiquity hung everywhere, a testament to years, perhaps centuries, with no visitors.
The place glowed with a dim luminescence, and almost every corner was etched with a variety of Heaven and Earth Rune Patterns.
Yang Zhen found some familiar, others not, but they were all there.
Dozens of massive pillars were covered in countless Heaven and Earth True Patterns, and what alarmed Yang Zhen was that the method of carving these patterns closely resembled his own.
Could he have come here before?
No, he certainly hadn't.
Putting aside the fact that the Void Heavenly Palace had always been buried on the peak of West Origin Mountain, a place Yang Zhen had never visited, even if he had been here before and had filled these pillars with Heaven and Earth True Patterns, with his memory, it would be impossible to forget.
Could some powerful entity have erased his memory while the Sao Saint slept?
That was even less likely.
