Having acquired the light source, Fang Lin's figure disappeared from the spot and entered the Supreme Saint Hall.
The Old Dried Corpse showed no surprise, as he had long known that Fang Lin always carried the Supreme Saint Hall with him and could enter it at will.
"This kid, his luck is indeed not bad," the Old Dried Corpse murmured to himself and then shifted his attention to refining Long Jiankong, occasionally looking up at the gloomy expanse above Fall Demon Cliff.
"In this place, I shouldn't be noticed, right?" the Old Dried Corpse thought to himself, always harboring a trace of wariness.
Speaking of Fang Lin, having entered the Supreme Saint Hall, he stood before his own statue, looking at a cluster of floating light in front of him, his expression calm, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow.
Within the light sphere, numerous scenes continuously emerged; these were all the experiences of the now-deceased inheritor of the hall, now being replayed for Fang Lin.
