In front of him, the stone platform emitted a faint divine light, layers of white mist blocking it suddenly vanished.
A narrow bluestone path appeared from within the thick mist.
Zhang Jian composed himself and stepped into it immediately.
Deep within the valley, a completely different scene gradually emerged.
Zhang Jian had already formed a conjecture in his mind, and upon glancing, he was not surprised.
There was similarly a solitary small courtyard.
All around it was nothing but a vast plain.
The style of the small courtyard was noticeably different from the Agricultural Emperor's Residence.
It was mainly built from stone, more rustic, filled with a sense of primal wilderness.
Zhang Jian glanced at it, detecting a vague sense of speculation in his heart.
He knew that this might have been the secluded place of the Human Emperor, Xuanyuan the Great.
On the rooftop, he saw a Yellow Dragon Banner.
