After a series of earth-shattering tremors, the once prosperous city instantly turned to ruins, with smoke and ancient immortal aura intertwining and rising.
A gigantic palace, entirely black, with dark gold patterns, slowly rose from underground, its height piercing into the clouds, as if to stand shoulder to shoulder with the heavens. The surface of the palace was covered with mottled cracks and ancient runes, exuding a suffocating, heavy pressure, like a prehistoric beast awakening after tens of millions of years.
Not only that.
Around the palace was an aura that was distinctly different from ordinary immortal aura. At a glance, its color was like mysterious ink, sometimes condensing into the phantom of ancient divine beasts swirling above the palace top, and sometimes transforming into the clashing sounds of swords echoing across the sky!
