Fengdu.
Ming Chen Nai Fan Wu Cheng Heavenly Palace.
Inside the empty hall, a Black Coffin had already been opened. The young girl who had once spent two thousand years here had left several years ago. Since then, no one had set foot in this Fengdu Heavenly Palace.
Clang—clang—clang!!
Deep tolls drifted in from outside the palace. Three reverberations rang out in succession, then vanished without a trace.
The next moment, the entire palace began to tremble violently!
A savage fissure suddenly tore open across the smooth floor. Beside the coffin where Jialan had once slept, a red coffin slowly rose from the trembling crack beneath the ground.
Bang!
The lid of the red coffin suddenly burst apart. A hand reached out from within, and moments later, a gray-clad figure slowly rose from the coffin...
"Fifty years already..." the figure murmured.
He turned to look at the coffin that had once belonged to Jialan, a nostalgic look surfacing in his eyes. He stepped toward the palace exit, then suddenly froze mid-stride.
A brilliant golden law extended from the void. Its familiar, sacred aura instantly filled the entire palace as it circled the figure, as though trying to tell him something...
"Michael is dead?" His brows furrowed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand.
Karma Threads intertwined across the surface of the law, weaving it into a golden cord that wound around his wrist. Its radiance gradually faded, completely concealing the law's aura.
He gazed deeply at the golden cord, then walked toward the palace exit. Several strands of Karma Threads coiled around his worn, decaying gray robe, visibly transforming it into a dark crimson cloak with every step he took, fluttering gently in the wind.
"The gods have protected us for far too long... This time, it