It was a stone platform depressed in the middle, now holding considerable water, resembling a large container.
"According to the records, this should be the Inheritance Fire," he said.
Zhang Xiaoman gently caressed the stone platform and said:
"This is a symbol of inheritance used by the predecessors of the Three Great Sanctuaries, enduring through centuries without fading, a pity..."
As he spoke, his face showed nostalgia, and his eyes seemed filled with endless emotion.
The others also came over, each revealing a sigh upon seeing and hearing all this.
In their minds, the once thriving scene here emerged, but in the blink of an eye, it had completely changed.
Zhang Xiaoman turned around, his gaze fixed on them:
"I know you love adventure and you want to understand these secrets about the Transcendents. But honestly, the deeper you delve into some things, the more dangerous it becomes..."
