Nether Emperor Hall.
This hall had existed for a very, very long time. It was not a palace, but a dojo, its scale comparable to a Small World. Its vast space was enough to accommodate tens of billions of people living within it.
Yet only several thousand people lived here. Every one of them bore an Eternal aura. No star lord could come here, much less any ordinary mortal.
Qin Heng charged straight in, arriving swiftly. Along the way, he encountered resistance from a Domain Power that ran from the Material World through the Formless Void—a barrier method used by a God Emperor's dojo to prevent outsiders from intruding.
But to Qin Heng, such a petty trick was like plastic wrap. He could pierce through it at will.
After reaching his destination, he swept out his divine sense without restraint and detected many Eternal Grade auras. Most of them, however, were vague and insubstantial—merely avatars.
Only a handful had their true bodies remaining here, and there were no top experts among them.
These Old Universe Eternals truly crave the fortune of this great age. They do not even leave anyone behind to guard their homes. The whole army marches out, leaving the capital without soldiers. What a bizarre bunch. Qin Heng thought.
Perhaps the people of the Old Universe all wanted to contend for the fortune of the God Nation Era, or perhaps they simply did not care about the safety of their nests. They had all left completely. Of the tens of millions of Eternals, probably fewer than a hundred thousand remained at home.
This situation made even Qin Heng wonder whether sneaking behind enemy lines to stir up trouble would actually accomplish anything.
Heaven Sword God Emperor had returned, but only with a small number from his own