Primal Secret Realm.
It lay in the heart of the depths of the Immortal Fall Forbidden Area.
Between the vast heavens and earth, mountains and rivers stretched boundlessly, suffused with an ancient, primordial air.
This region was filled with countless dangers that could be called taboo.
Mysterious showers of Immortal Light flickered within ruptured spatial ravines.
Whispers like those of Gods and Devils echoed across the desolate, blood-colored earth.
There were also bizarre and vicious forbidden grounds, shrouded in dim gray light and shadow, like calamitous abysses that had endured since time immemorial.
Whoosh!
A bird with resplendent wings swept across a blood-colored sky brimming with the aura of calamity, crossed a towering mountain piled high with corpses, and finally arrived before a Bronze Palace permeated by chaotic energy.
The Bronze Palace was ancient and majestic, suspended amid purple thunderclouds beneath the heavens.
Chaotic energy curled about it, purple lightning surged, making the Bronze Palace appear ever more sacred.
It was like a place where gods dwelled!
Before the Bronze Palace, a thin man was squatting there.
He held a Bronze Short Knife barely half a foot long and was intently... trimming his nails.
The man's long hair hung loose, and he wore an old profound robe. His temples were streaked with gray, yet his face was as youthful as a young man's. The hand holding the Bronze Short Knife was white as jade, with distinct knuckles.
Most striking of all was the scar between his brows, seemingly left by a sword wound.
"High Priest, your Imperial Decree has been delivered."
The spirit sparrow flew over and stood prettily in the air some distance away.
The Profound Robe Man gave a grunt, put away the Bronze Short Knife, spread his fingers before his eyes to inspect them carefully, then smiled