The Ancestor Hall, shrouded in a profound darkness akin to a desolate vastness, seemed like a dim world of chaos yet to be revealed. Immense copper pillars, like towering peaks, extended four chains that resembled pitch-black flood dragons, binding the corporeal body of the white-haired elder.
The surging spiritual energy flowed like turbulent and wide rivers, stretching across the uppermost region. Every few breaths, it would condense into a drop of crystal-clear dew, large as a dragon's eye.
In just a brief moment, densely packed, it fell like rain!
The rich vitality contained within was enough to cleanse the impurities of the divine soul for any Daoist artist of the third or fourth realm.
Each thought was full and immaculate, increasing the chance of breaking through to the Ghost Immortal realm by seventy to eighty percent.
The Jade Liquid Pool long coveted by the Daoist Officials of the prefecture and county could not compare to this Ancestor Hall.
