The elders had been talking in hushed whispers, deliberately keeping their voices low, so Lin Hao had no idea what was going on.
However, Lin Hao could see the expressions on their faces.
Seeing their incredibly solemn looks, Lin Hao temporarily suppressed his anger.
After glancing at the Fourth Elder, Lin Hao chose to continue forward.
Dozens of breaths later, Lin Hao was standing before the levitating palace.
The palace was wreathed in clouds and mist. Standing before it, Lin Hao had the strange feeling that he had stepped into a celestial palace.
Though the palace appeared unremarkable, Lin Hao could sense an overwhelming sense of grandeur.
At this moment, the palace doors were wide open. Lin Hao peered inside, his vision filled with a swirling, ethereal mist.
Through the haze, Lin Hao could vaguely make out gate after gate.
Even with his powerful vision, he couldn't discern just how many gates there were.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Hao stepped inside.
