Beneath the night sky, a vast and sprawling city stood upon an endless wasteland.
This was Night Bright City in Cangzhou. It had a history of several hundred years and had once served as the imperial capital of a dynasty. Even in the dead of night, the city was ablaze with light; its flames outnumbered the stars in the sky.
At the very center of Night Bright City stood a ring of high walls. Within them stretched several miles of dense woodland. In the darkness, the trees looked like demons and monsters.
Deep beneath the earth lay another world.
Clad in a dragon robe, Qi Tianquan strode forward, his hair entirely white. Cold vapor surged across the ground. Bones littered the way, and not a single blade of grass or flower grew there.
Ahead, countless dim lights flickered, all emanating from an ancient giant tree.
In the darkness, the ancient tree towered like a giant, as if holding up the sky. Before it, Qi Tianquan seemed tiny.
This cavernous realm contained nothing but the tree. Its countless branches supported the roof overhead—and the entire city of Night Bright City above.
It was the Ancient God worshipped by the Qi Clan!
Thick vines hung from its massive branches, like little rivers flowing without end.
The faint lights came from mysterious crystals embedded in the branches. They were the sole source of illumination in this underground realm.
Crack!
Qi Tianquan crushed a finger bone underfoot. He didn't look down, and his stride never faltered.
"That Divine Child's connection with me has been severed."
A hoarse voice rang out, calm and level.
At those words, Qi Tianquan paused. Then he continued onward.
He made his way beneath the giant tree and looked up. Following his gaze, one could see an ancient face grown