At this time, what the old man said was no different from Yin Shou's words, just a bit more specific.
"Emperor Senluo is a figure from tens of thousands of years ago. Was it thirty thousand years ago, or one hundred and thirty thousand years ago? I don't quite recall," the old man sighed. "It's far too long ago."
The Other Shore River was not deep, less than a thousand feet.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two reached the palace at the bottom of the river.
Senluo Palace was not very luxurious, even less so than an imperial palace in the mundane world. However, the palace was extremely ancient, its surface eroded by the passage of time, and its architectural style was significantly different from that of the present.
The main gate of the palace slowly opened.
