Ye Qingchen's pupils contracted.
He could naturally sense that this palace was unusual, perhaps this was the very reason why so many strong individuals gathered here.
"This is Linghua Mansion!"
Earlier, the old man at the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven, clasped his fists, and calmly explained, "It's very likely the residence of the Spiritual Splendor Celestial Saint!"
"So why aren't you going in?"
Ye Qingchen asked in confusion.
"Do you think we wouldn't want to? A restriction has been set outside this palace, and we've already gathered here for five or six days without breaking it!" The old man shook his head.
"Oh?"
Ye Qingchen heard this and looked forward again.
Indeed.
He saw that outside the palace, there was a layer of faint white light, like a giant transparent bowl covering the entire palace and isolating everyone outside, unable to take even a step further.
