The moment Yun Lintian's group crossed the threshold, the oppressive weight of the palace's temporal energy vanished. The room was eerily calm, its air still and undisturbed.
A long table dominated the center, surrounded by ornate chairs. The walls bore faded murals of celestial beings, their details blurred by age yet still radiating an ancient dignity.
Linlin's ears twitched. "No time fluctuations here... just like the safe zone in the Garden of the Lost Souls."
Qingqing fluttered around the room, her tiny hands brushing against the furniture. "It's safe!"
Yun Lintian's gaze swept across the chamber. His Eyes of Heaven detected no traps, no hidden dangers—just an unnatural stillness, as if this place existed outside the palace's normal flow.
Tang Wei drifted toward the table, his form shimmering with recognition. "This is indeed the original reception chamber."
Long Qingxuan's fingers traced the edge of a chair. "A sanctuary."
