This elf was small, but quite powerful.
Though she was far inferior to Di Xiu'er and the others, she was still comparable to a third-generation Old Ancestor of the Emperor Kun Clan.
Before long, the elf led the two of them into a stretch of ruins.
These ruins looked nothing like an imperial palace. Instead, they resembled a collapsed mountain range.
A thought stirred in Di Xiu'er's heart. "Are these the ruins of the Imperial Capital, or the ruins of a mountain range?"
The elf chuckled. "These are ruins we scavenged from all over this world."
"Piling countless ruins here is meant to throw people off the scent."
Only then did Di Xiu'er relax.
Soon, the elf chanted scriptures and opened the ruins.
Beneath the ruins lay an enormous space.
After stepping into that space, they found another heap of ruins inside.
The elf said, "The ruins here are fake too."
"We just tossed in some imitations from ancient eras to fool those idiots."
Thus, they continued downward.
After passing through nine layers of ruins, they finally arrived at the tenth.
On this level, Di Xiu'er saw the familiar Imperial Capital.
It was the Imperial Capital Liuli had built for Chu Qing back then, divided into upper and lower levels.
The upper level had been meant for Chu Qing to suppress enemies.
The lower level had been where she sealed herself away to recover from her injuries.
But the once indestructible Imperial Capital had now become extraordinarily dilapidated.
Throughout the vast Imperial Capital, not a single house remained intact.
Residual divine powers and lingering might were everywhere within it.
Some houses writhed, trying to repair themselves.
Yet in the next instant, divine powers from all around erupted and destroyed them.
At the very center of the Imperial Capital, where the