The imperial palace was vast, and ordinary people could easily get lost upon entering, as some areas were akin to small worlds, laid out with spatial arrays, unimaginably expansive.
At that moment, Shi Hao and his companions stepped into a sparse grassy area that seemed boundless at a glance, with the ground ahead a reddish hue and covered in gravel, akin to a vast desert.
Fortunately, after walking a certain distance, they finally arrived at their destination, an ancient temple that radiated light amidst the morning glow, sacred and yet peaceful.
This was the most important place for the imperial family—the Ancestral Temple.
If one were to categorize it, there would be the Sutra Scripture Tower and the Treasure Technique Hall among others, but collectively, it was an ancient temple, solemn and majestic, with the roof tiles appearing to flow with a pale golden hue in the sunlight. Despite its primitive and worn appearance, it still exuded the dignity of the royal domain.
