Above the vast Thunder Sea, thunderous waves roared. Yet as the waves surged, they made no sound of water. When they rolled past, they left behind a stretch of twisted, crushed space.
Mo Yu looked up into the depths of the endless Thunder Sea, then exchanged a glance with the Wind Emperor before suddenly shooting forward.
"I can sense that our ultimate destination isn't far away," Mo Yu murmured.
The two of them swiftly flew across the sky above the Thunder Sea. As they gradually ventured deeper, Mo Yu began to sense that the pressure filling the heavens and earth seemed to be growing stronger.
However, this pressure had little effect on Mo Yu and the Wind Emperor. After flying for nearly fifteen minutes, they finally slowed to a stop.
Mo Yu seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head. In the distant horizon, above the boundless ocean, a colossal object suddenly appeared.
It seemed to be an Ancient Giant Palace floating above the sea. The palace was filled with a primeval aura. Beneath it, enormous pillars of thunder, each ten thousand zhang tall, continuously thundered down from the palace before plunging into the Thunder Sea below.
That scene made it seem as though the entire Thunder Sea had been formed from the pillars of thunder flowing down from that ancient and mysterious palace.
The palace floated in midair, faintly radiating an immovable majesty.
"This Ancient Giant Palace should be the manifestation of the fallen Cave Abode Master." The Wind Emperor's aged eyes flashed with brilliance.
A powerhouse of this level—even a Lower Earth Sovereign—would feel endless respect.
"Mo Yu, should we make a move?" The Wind Emperor looked toward the young man beside him, his gaze flickering. At a time like this, even his usually calm voice held