Ancient City, center.
A colossal palace had once stood here. Even with only broken walls and crumbling ruins remaining, one could still sense its former splendor and grandeur—as well as the terrifying battle that had taken place here. A palace ten thousand meters in diameter had been utterly destroyed, leaving behind vast scars. The soaring battle intent lingering upon them had yet to completely dissipate even to this day.
Deep within the palace lay an incomparably enormous sinkhole.
Roughly a hundred meters in diameter, its depths could not be seen. It seemed to have been pierced clean through, leaving behind only an incomparably dense aura of weapon-edge that coiled around the area, impossible to disperse.
A closer look would reveal that the shape of this sinkhole was quite peculiar—long and narrow on both sides, broad in the middle.
Its proportions were equally unusual. It did not resemble a sword wound, but rather the head of a spear that had stabbed into the ground.
Its width exceeded a hundred meters, while its depth was nearly invisible to the naked eye. Yet what had plunged in was merely the spearhead. One could well imagine just how enormous, how terrifying, that spear must have been.
No one knew who had left it behind. After all, the Ancient Heavenly Court had possessed many masters who wielded spears.
Among them, the greatest and most renowned was undoubtedly the Third Prince, Nezha.
At this moment, not far from the enormous central sinkhole, before a palace whose exterior remained seventy percent intact, one person knelt on one knee at the entrance. He was one of the natives who had traded with Li Su and the others, and he was now prostrated on the ground.
"Reporting to my lord, a great many people entered the Immortal Prison this