Floating on the top of the mountain, in the blue-gray palace, the young man with his eyes closed was sitting on the ancient throne, and the boundless gray air flow enveloped his body.

When Ye Han opened his eyes again, a gray-white divine light flashed away, and the gray mist shrouded in front of him immediately vibrated with it, covering everything between heaven and earth in the endless churning.

Ye Han raised his head, the gray divine light in his eyes had already been restrained, and he let his body be wrapped in endless gray mist.

The mist surged, surrounding Ye Han's body, and faintly seemed to pour into the throne behind him. Ye Han didn't look back, but he could clearly sense that this huge throne had also undergone a faint change, just like the return of a god.

The hazy gray poured into the throne, and on the towering back of the chair behind Ye Han, the original sparkling light and looming lines became clear, slowly converging into a clear pattern.

Thousands of stars are hidden in the void, it is a vast sea of stars. And among the endless stars, a hazy mountain range seems to be connected, a whole white iceberg is reflected under the starry sky, and in the center, there is a delicate pagoda in the middle of the universe.

This pattern manifested on the throne was something Ye Han had never seen before, but he was not unfamiliar with it, because he tasted several familiar breaths in it.

The starry sky corresponds to Ye Han's Yantian astrolabe, and the frost seems to have evolved from his cold ice technique, and the Linglong Pagoda suppressed above the starry sky is obviously the core of this cave sky, symbolizing the newly established Xuantian Dao Sect.

On this throne, in a short period of time, all the traces of the Dao method that Ye Han had practiced were inscribed. Even the Celestial Astrolabe, which had not been fully refined, could not be evaded.

However, the totemic shadow manifested by this throne did not have the method of calculation that Ye Han had mastered in his previous life, nor did he have the sect system that supports him to this day, which made Ye Han breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to expose all his hole cards to the eyes of the world, even if he could see the totems in this mist, there were very few.

His mind shifted back from the throne behind him, and Ye Han's eyes looked at the hall filled with gray-white mist, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

The entire hall was empty, except for the towering dome supported by eight stone pillars on all sides, and only this ancient throne stood above the mist.

Although there is an air of mystery, it is indeed too empty. The main hall of a sect is a place of discussion, even if the Xuantian Dao Sect is headed by the sect master, it is impossible to be a hall of words, how can it be isolated on a throne.

As Ye Han's mind flashed, the mist in the main hall suddenly churned, and the gray mist slowly gathered in the middle, and when it gradually floated, it actually condensed into substance again.

The gray mist dissipated, and suddenly there was a long table in the hall that exuded an ancient atmosphere, as if it was made of bronze, but the whole body exuded gray-white mist, as if it had crossed the long river of time and appeared in the world.

The long table was lined up in front of Ye Han's eyes, and it suddenly solidified under the endless gray qi, as if he wanted to be at the top of it.

The expression on Ye Han's face froze slightly, and he looked at his fingers in disbelief. In the dark, he seemed to feel the rhythm of the gray mist in this hall, and with a little hesitation, he tapped his finger slightly in the void in front of him.

The thick gray mist then surged, surging in front of his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a simple wooden table in the void, the whole body was made of dark and heavy sacred wood, and there seemed to be a faint glow in it, which made people incomprehensible.

The wooden table instantly condensed into shape, but Ye Han's fingers just hit it for the second time, and the low sound of percussion echoed from the main hall, making Ye Han's face slightly sluggish.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the finger he had just knocked on the wooden table, and then recalled the scene of sitting on this throne and looking down on Zhou Tian, and his eyes finally showed a look of understanding.

This should be authority!

One sect, one kingdom of God, the real supreme authority.

This hall is the core of the sect, and Ye Han is the master of this divine kingdom, when the gods set foot in the temple, they naturally easily took over the authority that belonged to him.

In this temple, in the surging gray mist, Ye Han's control of this divine kingdom has almost multiplied, perhaps only in this hall can he be called a god walking in the world.

Invincible in the field?

The original Sect Divine Kingdom Law Domain had such a color, and this hall undoubtedly magnified this color infinitely.

Ye Han looked at the wooden table in front of him with an ancient atmosphere, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His fingers lightly tapped on the pitch-black wooden table in front of him, and the throne he sat on instantly rose three inches higher than the black wooden table in front of him, which was obviously a head taller than the long bronze table in the column hall below.

As Ye Han's palm brushed slightly from the tabletop, on the left and right sides of the long bronze table, nine equally huge thrones emerged.

The eighteen thrones were very similar to the one Ye Han sat on, but compared to the god seat behind Ye Han, it was slightly dimmed, and there was also a little starlight brewing on the back of the towering chair, but it was not condensed into a real form.

Perhaps it will take until someone who is qualified to sit there before he can truly put his mark on the throne.

"The sect has evolved the kingdom of God, and this hall can be called a temple, as for you, ......"

Ye Han looked at the long table and throne in front of him, his eyes showed a touch of satisfaction, he slowly withdrew his palm and put it on the armrest of the throne beside him, feeling the hard touch in his hand, caressing the quaint pattern, and groaning slightly.

"Let's call it theocracy!"

The Lord of the Temple, who holds the authority of the gods.

A gray-white luster suddenly appeared in Ye Han's eyes, and with a slight grasp of his palm above the void in front of him, an invisible huge force spread out in the boundless gray qi.

With a loud groan, the door that the temple had just closed slowly opened, and a surging gray mist poured out from the open door, enveloping the ancient temple as if the end times were coming.

It's just that in the gray mist that gushes out, there is an imperceptible cold air that rushes into the main hall along the direction of the mist. This cold aura seemed very dim, and in the boundless sea of fog, there was simply no trace.

However, the divine light in Ye Han's eyes condensed slightly, and there seemed to be a slight gray-white brilliance in his void-like pupils, and his flat voice spread out without emotion.

"The seniors were so calm that they didn't even look for it until now......"

"It's just that since the seniors are here, why hide their tracks? Why don't you show up to see ......?"