An hour later, Zhao Sheng strolled leisurely into a circular hall.
The hall was quite spacious, with a length and width exceeding a thousand steps. The floor gleamed like a mirror, and the surrounding walls were covered with densely packed, intricate patterns, seemingly woven and stacked into countless mysterious and unfathomable array patterns.
In the center of the hall stood a solitary Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform, ancient and natural in style, quietly emitting a cycle of alternating bright and dark multicolored radiance.
Zhao Sheng stepped forward to the Lotus Platform, his gaze falling onto it, and saw that in the center of the platform, there was a palm-sized circular hole, just the right size to match the token in his hand!
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng gently tossed the dark-golden token, which instantly traced a beautiful arc through the air, landing precisely into the circular hole, fitting perfectly within.
