The True Saints of Tattoo Palace and Paper Saint Hall stood side by side before an ancient painting and began burning incense. Then the place grew hazy.
Using fragments of universes blended with supreme Dao resonance, they formed incense candles. At this moment, the incense mist was thick, spreading throughout the entire palace, while vitality gradually emerged within the painting.
The True Saints of Returning Ruins and Time Heaven were also natural allies. One governed time, while the other held authority over part of the Great Dao of space.
Now, the two of them jointly opened a chaotic gate, entwined with time and wreathed in spatial Dao resonance. Together, they stepped inside.
This was a special place—misty, voidlike, ethereal, as though it did not belong to the Real World. It was half-detached from it all, wrapped in Mist Silk.
At the end of the haze, half an hourglass turned vaguely. It was shattered, decayed, and had lost its proper supreme Dao resonance, yet it still continued to turn.
Within the hourglass stood a palace, half collapsed and covered in dust, even draped with cobwebs that should never have appeared in such a place.
Several epochs ago, before the two True Saints of Time Heaven and Returning Ruins existed, they had each fallen into this place in different eras and obtained portions of its inheritance.
"Time Heaven—Shi Chuan pays respects to Ancestor!"
"Returning Ruins—Zi Mu Dao pays respects to Ancestor!"
The two of them believed that the person behind the half-hourglass was not yet dead, but existed in an abnormal state. Unfathomably deep, this being might not be weaker than Wu or the Departed.
Most importantly, the Departed—a mysterious giant who had never associated or crossed paths with the Saints—had entered the fray this time, leaving them uneasy.
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