At the altar on the Central Domain plains, a black stone tower stood in the very heart of the wilderness.
Within several hundred li, not a blade of grass grew, and countless fragments of wreckage still littered the ground.
Though they appeared chaotic and disorderly, every position had in fact been calculated with meticulous precision.
Jiang Wu led the Northern Domain army to the border in a vast, surging tide. Tens of thousands of troops closed in from the northeast and west, as though their numbers could never be exhausted.
He stood at the very front, nine golden dragon phantoms circling at his side. The majesty of an emperor spread outward, making even the earth tremble faintly.
Han Fei controlled several hundred elite puppets as he looked down at the solitary altar, his brow slightly furrowed. "Imperial Venerable, this is far too quiet.
"There isn't even the slightest sign of living creatures within a hundred li. They can't possibly be relying on a single altar alone to revive Lin Heng.
"I suspect there's an ambush ahead."
Jiang Wu snorted coldly. "So what if there is?
"We've come this far. If we don't tear down the altar, what if they really bring that little beast back?
"I'll act in person. Who would dare stop me?"
With that, he stepped forward. Dragon Qi condensed into a palm that slammed directly toward the altar.
Yet before that palm could land upon the altar, the entire plain erupted with a boom, dust billowing into the sky.
Dense Dao inscriptions surged up from underground, blotting out the heavens and covering the earth. They seemed to form a heavenly law, like an enormous net.
"Wait, this is...?"
Jiang Wu was stunned for an instant, only to see that the entire plain had already become a colossal