Reflection Hall.
It was more like a tower than a hall.
Different from the pitch-black and murderous aura of the War God Hall, this place was filled with a sacred and peaceful aura.
Step by step, they ascended to the heavens.
Everyone pushed the door open and entered.
What greeted his eyes was a middle-aged man wearing an ancient beast robe with his eyes closed.
Behind him, the space on the tower was wide and empty. The walls were engraved with all kinds of strange civilization patterns. Some of them were ancient instruments, and a group of people was performing in the magnificent city. Some were cultivators performing breathing exercises, their auras shaking the mountains and rivers, their bodies encompassing the universe. Some were reciting poems, their words gorgeous, and their eyes smooth.
Other than that, there were only ten meditation cushions and a circle filled with white light at the center.
"Is this the Reflection Hall?"
