In an instant, heaven and earth turned upside down.
By now, Lu Yang had visited quite a few Heavenly Remnant Consciousnesses, yet this one alone felt utterly different from all the previous ones.
The previous Heavenly Remnant Consciousnesses had been empty, but intact. Every function operated normally; even the Dao Lord could not interfere. They were like secluded paradises detached from the world, and the moment he entered, Lu Yang would feel a heartfelt sense of peace. But this time was different.
"This..."
Lu Yang appeared within De Chongfu, his pupils contracting slightly. For as far as his eyes could see was not the towering, resplendent palace he had imagined.
It was ruins.
Pavilions and towers had collapsed in great swathes. Glazed jade lay shattered, gold and stone broken, as though an unimaginable battle of epic proportions had once taken place here.
Even the radiance that should never have gone out had dimmed here. All mysteries seemed to have been crushed apart in that battle, making Lu Yang nearly suspect that this Heavenly Remnant Consciousness had already been scrapped. Only when he spotted a faint glow amid the ruins, weak as candlelight, did he finally let out a breath.
At least it isn't completely empty.
Lu Yang hurried forward and quickly found the source of the glow. It was a dilapidated hall, its golden tiles and vermilion steps long since smashed into countless fragments.
The corridor pillars had collapsed as well.
A huge section of the hall's roof had caved in at an angle. Broken statues littered the main hall, faintly revealing just how magnificent this place had once been.
Lu Yang continued onward and soon reached the deepest part of the hall. There, he saw only a throne that was more than half ruined. No figure sat upon it—only