Imperial City,
Every single brick and tile bizarrely emanated wisps of black aura.
Anyone stepping within this domain would instantly feel a bone-chilling, icy cold pierce their body, making them shiver uncontrollably.
Those with superior innate spiritual perception who opened their eyes and looked at the flagstone paths of the various palaces and halls throughout the imperial city would see grey water flowing across the stones at that moment.
Floating amidst the currents were white bones, rotting corpses, and wandering ghosts...
Every single one of these entities was already dead!
Yet death did not mean eternal stillness!
Dead as they were, they could still move. Floating atop the grey, rushing Yellow Springs River, they stared with emerald-green and crimson eyes.
Looking from afar, there were only hands reaching out toward the void.
The sight was exceedingly terrifying and bizarre.
This was no illusion; it was reality.
Anyone caught by those hands would truly be dragged into that river of death, making it extremely difficult to break free ever again.
The Central Hall of the Imperial City.
The furnishings inside were quite elaborate, with various pieces of furniture crafted from golden nanmu wood displayed throughout.
Wang Mng sat on a chair carved with dragon patterns, beside which stood an incense burner burning sandalwood that helped one concentrate and calm the mind.
Yet at this moment, how could Wang Ming's heart be quieted by a mere bit of mortal sandalwood?
The entire imperial city was swallowed by the river of Yin energy, and overnight, countless people were eroded by it.
Most crucial of all was Wang Ming's own current predicament.
Wang Ming said with an icy gaze, "How truly unbridled!"
Given the circumstances, how could Wang Ming not know what was going on?
Wang Ming had already felt something was amiss when