The Endless Night had not affected the Heavenly Palace. This war fortress, forged from the Great Qing Kingdom's accumulated strength over one hundred and thirty thousand years, had already become an immortal artifact, enough to destroy everything.
"Tap."
Inside the Heavenly Palace lay layer upon layer of white tunnels, where footsteps echoed.
Min Youguo walked through the Heavenly Palace's tunnels. Spirit Stones for illumination were embedded all around, while cultivators summoned from every corner of the world sat atop formations in room after room, sustaining the Heavenly Palace's operation with their spiritual power. In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the immortal palace could use that power to summon the phantoms of humanity's ancestors, granting it the physical strength of the Body Integration Realm.
This Imperial Preceptor of the dynasty was truly at leisure now. When the world had transformed overnight and the true powerhouses hidden in secrecy had emerged, even he was powerless to turn the tide. He might as well wander about, as though waiting aimlessly for tomorrow.
Suddenly, his steps halted.
Nearby, a Body Integration Realm cultivator he remembered as having come from the Demon Race was carrying an ornate box toward the depths of the Heavenly Palace.
"Fellow Daoist."
Min Youguo had only just called out when the man, utterly devoid of manners, merely muttered as if possessed, "I am with the Prophet," and continued deeper into the Heavenly Palace.
Min Youguo lowered his brows. Half a year ago, he had seen this man emerge from within carrying a box; now, he was carrying one back inside. There had been many people like this over the past half year. Thus, the human realm had lost an ancient Body Integration Realm cultivator, while the outside world gained another newly advanced