At the very center of the vast basin, countless stone pillars stood guard around an object in the distance.
It was a black pillar of light, several hundred zhang tall.
It was clearly smaller than the thousand-zhang forest of stone pillars surrounding it, yet far more imposing and magnificent.
Its material was mysterious, neither stone nor metal nor wood. Its hue was dark, mottled, and ancient.
Its surface was covered with chaotic claw marks left by the blows of the most powerful creatures.
From afar, a baleful aura that seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth swept toward them.
In a daze, an ancient scroll slowly unfurled before the eyes of every living being.
An endless abyssal pool stood silently beneath the sky, like a demon's mouth, greedily devouring everything. Its waters were crimson, as though they had been made entirely of blood.
At its center, a pitch-black demonic pillar stood motionless, like an ancient demon god.
Countless figures were hurled down from above and plunged into the blood pool, turning into blood.
Rooted in the abyssal pool, the pitch-black demonic pillar continuously absorbed the power of Blood Essence from its waters. With every bit it absorbed, the patterns engraved on its surface shone a little brighter.
Two exceptionally powerful beings stood in midair, one black and one white, locked in an argument.
No living being could know what they were arguing about, but the animated expressions and gesticulations gave some clues.
"The Great Sumeru Pillar."
Mu Chen narrowed his eyes and gazed as far into the distance as he could, toward the object at the end of his line of sight.
Back then, to repel an invading army of the Evil Clan from Beyond, the Dragon Demon Palace had poured the strength of an entire continent into forging