Chu Sheng immediately understood. He cast aside all his worries, pushed his speed to its absolute limit, and continued to charge forward.
Soon, he had completely caught up to Qin Wudao ahead.
At the same time, he finally got a clear view of the scene at the very core of this Inner Hall.
It was a massive shrine carved from white jade, like an altar table that had been magnified several times over.
On the altar, there were no offerings and no incense burner, only a huge, quietly burning candle that was about a meter tall.
And behind that candle, right in the center, a palm-sized, somewhat dilapidated-looking hourglass-shaped object was floating.
'That must be it!'
Chu Sheng thought, looking at the hourglass with a hint of disdain.
'This is it? It doesn't look special at all. It's so worn and tattered, like some cheap trinket you'd find at an antique stall.'
The massive candle, however, did make him look a few more times.
