The outskirts of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace were so deathly silent it made one's scalp crawl.
The red walls and yellow tiles that had once symbolized the empire's supreme power and majesty were now completely overturned beneath a thick, viscous, almost tangible dark-purple barrier.
The barrier was like a gigantic inverted sea bowl, its surface constantly flowing with nauseating shadow runes, cutting off every sound and breath within.
The air was filled with a strong stench of rot mixed with sulfur.
A byproduct of shadow power corroding the world.
Every now and then, one or two birds that did not know death would sweep across the sky above the barrier. Before they could even let out a scream, the instant they touched that dark-purple mist, feathers, bones, and flesh alike corroded into a wisp of black smoke.
Any physical attack, any low-dimensional soul skill on Douluo Continent, was like an ant trying to shake a tree before this formation barrier that represented an extension of Solonsen's will. It could not leave even the slightest trace.
And yet, before this dead zone that was enough to plunge any Titled Douluo into despair, Han Yuchen stopped with both hands in his pockets, his steps lazy and unhurried.
The night wind brushed the loose hair on his forehead. He tilted his head up slightly, and in those glassy eyes as deep as the cosmos, the shadow runes flowing across the barrier were reflected.
The terrifying aftershock of having just broken through to rank fifty-four and forcibly raised his Fifth Soul Ring to the two-hundred-thousand-year level was still faintly lurking throughout his limbs and bones, giving every casual movement of his a naturally born pressure of one who stood above others.
"The energy circuit is sealed perfectly. It even borrowed the leyline power