To his surprise, the palace was not cold and damp, but very dry.

On the wall, there are stones emitting light, and the view is not blocked at all.

Bata, bah...

Except for Xiao Chen's footsteps, there was no other sound in the palace.

In front is a large hall with many stone pillars standing everywhere.

In the middle, there are two rows of chairs, one on each side.

Upstairs, there is a larger stone chair, covered with animal skins, which is full of simplicity.

"Is that the emperor's seat? Are these below his subordinates?"

Xiao Chen guessed that figures seemed to appear in front of his eyes and landed on the stone chairs.

Emperor Xuanyuan is sitting at the top, discussing matters with his subordinates and disciples.

He walked forward slowly and found that the stone chair was carved with various totems, including birds, animals, flowers, birds, insects, fish, etc.

"Not rotten for thousands of years?"

Xiao Chen touched the animal skin on it again, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The origin of this animal skin is definitely extraordinary.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to preserve it until now.

On the palace, the old man appeared again, looking at Xiao Chen and the stone chair, with memories and complex expressions in his eyes.

The people who sat here, chatted and laughed with him back then are no longer here.

Even he has only a remnant soul left here, waiting for the arrival of his successor.

"well……"

A sigh sounded from the void.

Tiandi Linggen suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man.
Chapter completed!