Wei Yuan stood in front of a deep blue hall, looking up at the three large characters above the gate: Ten Thousand Forms Hall.
The Ten Thousand Forms Hall was a hundred zhang high, completely deep blue. It was unknown what material it was made of. It appeared crystal clear and vaguely transparent, like a piece of naturally-formed beautiful jade. There was no sign of mortar between the bricks. Standing in front of the hall, Wei Yuan felt an indescribable vast aura rushing towards him, as if millennia of history were right before his eyes.
"Here are all the Dao Foundations that have ever appeared in the history of Taichu Palace, as well as a collection of Dao Foundations from many other Sects. Let's go in and have a look."
Zhang Sheng took the lead and entered the hall. Wei Yuan followed him. As soon as he stepped through the doors, he saw a Star River rising from the ground, stretching overhead, where countless dazzling stars were all different kinds of Dao Foundations.
