As soon as Fang Heng finished speaking, a mysterious power surged into the statues in the Holy Hall. Various colors such as gold, purple, or red merged into Fang Heng's body.
Yang Chen looked at these forces, his expression changing. He could feel the power of the Heavenly Law from these forces, which seemed to contain a certain absolute power.
"What kind of power is this?" Yang Chen's pupils shrank.
After Fang Heng absorbed these forces, he only felt a brief discomfort before quickly returning to normal. He laughed and said, "This is the power of our Ancestor. When our Ancestor built this Holy Hall, his power was sealed within."
Yang Chen didn't foolishly ask about the Ancestor's strength, figuring that even if he asked, Fang Heng might not be able to reveal much.
He slowly asked, "How should Junior take the oath?"
