Outside, it looked splendid, filled with artistic grandeur;
Inside, however, it was a minimalistic layout.
The smooth floor had no seams, as if carved from a single rock, and the series of purple jade pillars were etched with auspicious clouds and Immortal Cranes. The drapes hanging everywhere gently swayed with the passing breeze.
Wang Jixuan walked through here.
He felt inexplicably familiar with the place, yet had no memory related to it.
Looking up, directly in front was a giant "Tao" character, above which a natural light source was introduced, casting the lower part of the character into shadow.
A lone cushion lay there.
On the cushion rested a crystal ball, inside of which was a faint black silhouette.
Wang Jixuan strolled forward, reaching the cushion.
He initially thought this would be the Magic Artifact that carried his last memory, but upon closer inspection, he found it indeed contained a part of his Mahayana Soul.
However, this part did not carry any memory.
