Burial Immortal Ruins, Heart-Guarding Hall.
Peaks towered in ranks, a sea of clouds surged and rolled, and above a vast expanse of rosy cloud, an ancient golden palace, glittering from end to end and a hundred zhang tall, hung suspended in midair.
This palace was called Heart-Guarding Hall. From ancient times to the present, it had always stood above the cloud sea, forever giving off an ancient, mysterious aura, as though it were an existence that would remain unchanged for all eternity.
Among the mountains below the cloud sea, vast stretches of old yet magnificent buildings could be seen indistinctly. They were one Market after another, packed with people inside, their clamor shaking the heavens, appearing extremely lively.
Compared with the bustling Markets below, Heart-Guarding Hall seemed exceptionally quiet. Around the square before the hall stood dozens of enormous divine statues, all of them majestic and solemn, filled with an indescribably mysterious aura.
Before long, two figures appeared out of thin air at the center of the square.
One was tall and slender, with handsome features. It was none other than Zhao Sheng, who had been roaming the heavens.
The man beside him had a lion's nose and a broad face, his eyes as large as bronze bells, looking extremely imposing. Yet this person was only five feet tall, as thick from top to bottom as if carved from one piece, looking for all the world like a wine barrel.
What drew the eye most was that at the center of this man's brow, there was an incredibly intricate, profound, and obscure dark-golden tattoo.
At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this man was a member of the legendary Ancient Witch Clan, and that his status was far from ordinary.
Because only Witch