The same 36 prayer mats were there. It seemed as if the mats hadn't changed since Luo Yunyang had stepped into this place many years ago.
They were still in their original position, and even their degree of aging didn't seem to have changed.
When he had first entered Hong Meng Sacred Hall, Luo Yunyang had been in the fifth position. However, this time, he entered alone and could freely choose whichever spot he wanted to sit in.
Without any hesitation, Luo Yunyang immediately sat in the position he had sat in all those years ago, which was the fifth of the 36 prayer mats.
Back then, when Luo Yunyang had sat on the prayer mat, he had felt many things continuously appear in his mind. Occasionally, there were roaring dragons, engulfing azure oceans, and what seemed like illuminated skies.