Northwest of the Primeval Demonic Realm, atop Yangguan Peak, a dangerous tower rose high, majestic and magnificent, towering beyond compare.
Clouds drifted around the pavilion, while powerful auras flickered in and out of sight, inspiring dread.
First Pavilion Under Heaven, a mysterious force that had stood upon the Central Continent for countless ages. Having weathered too many storms, it still endured in this world.
Rumor had it that the master of First Pavilion Under Heaven was a supreme human expert nearing the Imperial Dao. Yet for centuries, no one had truly seen this unfathomable master of First Pavilion Under Heaven.
Within the pavilion were the Four Profound Realm, four Heavenly-ranked Kings each guarding one direction. Their absolute defenses had rendered First Pavilion Under Heaven utterly impregnable.
On this day, two illusory figures emerged before First Pavilion Under Heaven. After flickering several times, they departed into the distance and vanished.
In the Three Imperial Cities, gloomy rain fell without end. For several days straight, the drizzling autumn rain had yet to cease.
Before the royal hall of the Thirteenth Prince's Manor, a figure in plain robes stood quietly. Since returning from the Reincarnation Sea, he had not left again, remaining in the imperial city and watching the changing situation.
"Mm?"
Suddenly, Ning Chen's expression sharpened before the hall. Looking outside, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Something was wrong.
Before the thought could settle, two killing lights tore through the air from outside the royal hall. Without warning, murderous intent bore down upon him.
Ning Chen's gaze turned cold. With a step, his figure shifted, evading the two killing lights.
Bang! Sword Qi ripped through the air. Inside the royal hall, two tables were caught in the blast and immediately shattered into four pieces, splintered wood scattering everywhere.
Ning Chen raised his