At the depths of the Arctic Ice Abyss lay a layer of the world's membrane.
The defenses of the Earth's Core Poisonous Flame and Nine-Origin Cold Water were enough to ensure that most divine demons and desolate beasts would never return once they entered.
Yet behind such layers of defenses stood a crystalline palace.
Rumble!
Uchiha Madara landed with both feet on the semi-transparent ground. By the palace's own fluorescent glow, he curiously examined the structure before him.
"Martial God's Palace... These strokes are vigorous and powerful, filled with dominance... They must have been personally written by the Martial God!"
He looked at the plaque before the palace and stated with certainty.
After such a long period of study, and after coming into contact with so many authentic relics, his understanding of the Martial God could be said to surpass that of anyone else in the entire Martial Heaven World.
"The defenses of this palace are not much weaker than a spatial barrier..."
One lay beyond the world, while the other stood deep within it. Both were solid manifestations of the world's power. The overlap between the microscopic and the macroscopic gave Uchiha Madara much to ponder.
Crack!
He arrived before the palace, pushed with both hands, and the great doors opened on their own, revealing the scene beyond.
An endless plaza stretched out before him. The ground was slightly uneven, while the crystal walls bore fist marks and claw scars.
Uchiha Madara glanced behind himself.
After falling from such a height and using the power to shatter the void, he had left behind only two deep footprints here.
"Marks that could only be left by a full-force strike from one whose martial path had reached the divine..."
He sighed, vaguely understanding the purpose of this place.
Tap, tap!
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