Along the way, Ye Fan dedicated himself to comprehending the "West Emperor Scripture," increasingly finding it profound and sublime. The five dragons in the Dao Palace coiled and soared, internal and external mist swirling, five energies skyrocketing.
Until now, upon obtaining the complete scroll of the West Emperor Scripture, Ye Fan understood why this secret boundary was called the Dao Palace. It resembled an eternal palace, imbued with endless power of the Dao.
The Five Great Divine Treasures were hazy and indistinct. Behind them, five ancient temples loomed, majestic yet distant, mysterious yet blurry.
In moments of selflessness, when body and mind were tranquil, one would hear waves of the Dao's solemn sound. This sound was akin to Zen Chanting or the sacrificial sounds of Ancient Times, seeming to cross time and space, coming leisurely from the distant past.
It was extremely mysterious, even eerie. How could there be such sounds within a human body?
