Emperor Shrine

Zhang Ruochen put away the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron and Golden Dragon Carriage, and swallowed a spring pill to recover while walking into the Emperor Shrine.

The more he walked, the more solid the time and space structure became.

There were more and more inscriptions left by the supreme saints of the Zhang family. Some of them were carved underground while others were carved in the air.

He might get killed if he took one wrong step.

Zhang Ruochen had been to the Emperor Shrine to worship his ancestors, so he knew how to get in.

Every mile he walked, he would stop by a nameless stele and bow. "Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of the seven hundred and seventy-fourth generation."

Every time he finished that sentence, he could feel a mysterious trace of power sweeping through his entire body.

Zhang Ruochen had been a bit scared when he first entered the shrine as he thought there were ghosts passing through his body.

Now, the fear was gone.