Throne Land

A throne—since it was a throne, and the core of an entire world at that.

In Lu PingAn's imagination, it should have been a luxurious throne inside a palace.

Perhaps resplendent in gold and jade, perhaps ancient and simple, perhaps entwined with all sorts of strange things. In any case, it should have been the most conspicuous object in a room.

But after actually finding it, Lu PingAn realized he had severely underestimated the sheer magnitude of the Abyss Throne.

"This thing is so much bigger than the Snake King, and you're telling me it's a throne?"

Lu PingAn now understood why it was called the Phosphorus Throne. It was a "scale." Just an absurdly enormous scale.

Its lower half was embedded in the earth, surrounded by bizarre connective tissue. Grayish-brown leathery structures stretched on without end.

In Lu PingAn's perception, it was the core of everything, as though all the land beneath his feet had been derived from it.

Finding the throne had not taken Lu PingAn much time. He simply found the area where the abyssal power concentration in this vein of earth was highest, dug a deep pit, and discovered the buried "Throne Hall."

But honestly, it was just an upright scale. If it were considered a throne, even the Snake King herself would have had trouble sitting on it. She could probably only barely coil herself atop it.

Clang!

Lu PingAn's hand was fast, but the Decapitation Sword that rebounded back was even faster.

Striking this thing felt like chopping steel rebar with a small knife. The sensation was painfully exhilarating.

He was convinced now. Either Kun Ba had fooled him, or they themselves had never figured out what the "throne" really was.

Lu PingAn looked up and could only barely make out the top of