Stepping into the Great Wilderness Royal Court, an ancient aura rushed over them.
Divine Pavilions stood in dense rows, Sacred Patterns spread everywhere, and grand ancient halls could be seen at every turn. Great roads rose high and stretched in all directions, magnificent and majestic beyond words.
This did not resemble the cultivation civilization of a low-dimensional Wilderness at all.
Even Mo Hua was shaken when he saw it.
He could not help thinking that, at its height, what kind of powerful imperial grandeur the entire Royal Court must have possessed.
The thought had only just arisen when Mo Hua's vision suddenly blurred. Upon the vast earth, he could vaguely see Divine Pavilions piercing the heavens, ancient halls towering high, countless believers kneeling on the ground, and three thousand Barbarian Gods worshipping the sky. The sun above blazed fiercely, and the God Lord's Great Dao unified all beneath heaven in a magnificent spectacle.
Yet in the next instant, the Divine Pavilions collapsed, the ancient halls weathered away, the believers' faith soured, the Barbarian Gods' faces twisted into savage masks, and even the God Lord began to fall into corruption.
Everything withered away.
When Mo Hua focused his eyes again, it was all gone. Amid the ruined towers and halls before him, only Dao Soldiers remained, slaughtering.
The Royal Court's barbarian soldiers, clad in Barbarian Armor, were fighting the Dao Soldiers to the death.
The Royal Court's people, dressed in beast hides, had also risen up to resist the Dao Soldiers' slaughter.
The entire city of the Royal Court had descended into bloody chaos.
Neither side spoke a word. There was only blood-deep hatred and killing.
The Great Wilderness had rebelled against the Dao Court. From the Dao Court's perspective, everyone in the Great Wilderness was a rebel who deserved death.