On the desolate, ruined continent, Li Ze led Jiuyin, Jihuo, and the other experts onward. Before long, they neared the limit of the area Jiuyin and the others had explored previously.
At last, they stopped before a wasteland. Upon it stood an immense, continuous palace complex stretching over a hundred million light-years.
These palaces were incomparably dilapidated. Many had partially collapsed, while some had already crumbled completely.
At the heart of the palace complex, a whirlpool-like mass of airflow spun wildly, with numerous vaguely visible figures of varying forms drifting within it.
"Sir Li Ze, this is where we suffered grievous losses last time." Jiuyin, standing beside Li Ze, pointed at the palace complex on the wasteland and said solemnly, "To reach the Peak in the continent's core region, we must pass through these palaces. The other routes are blocked by powerful formations."
"Blocked by formations?" Li Ze nodded slightly.
Along the way, he had indeed sensed the presence of some Mystic Pattern formations. Their power was not particularly great, but they were perfectly integrated with the surrounding terrain. Forcing a way through would be equivalent to fighting against the entire Tianxun Mountain Ruins.
Li Ze then rose into the air, divine light shining from his eyes as he looked toward the figures circling within the airflow at the heart of the palace complex, as well as the only relatively intact palace beneath them.
That palace was only several million kilometers in size. Its entire body was black, radiating an endless, vast, and heavy aura.
It was highly unusual, almost like an exceptionally powerful Secret Treasure.
"Did you enter the palace ahead last time?" Li Ze lowered his head and asked Jiuyin and the others.
"No."
Jiuyin shook his head. "When we explored this place last time, we all believed