The palace of ice and snow flew through the sky at a speed far beyond before, almost reaching the level of Spirit Transformation.
Strangely, the wind, white clouds, and even the birds occasionally flying past could pass through the palace as usual, noticing nothing at all. It was like an illusory bubble, a phantom dream.
Whenever they encountered Demon Race Demon Lords or human True Lords, those cultivators likewise turned a blind eye to it.
Mu Tianxue stood at the edge of the ice-and-snow palace, her gaze filled with horror.
Not far from her was an itinerant cultivator she knew, Metalstone True Lord. Born among itinerant cultivators, he had always been vigilant, yet now he flew straight toward the ice-and-snow palace, crashed into it, passed through it normally, and vanished beyond it.
This senior's attainments in concealment techniques are practically divine!
Mu Tianxue took a deep breath.
She glanced around.
Within the ice-and-snow palace, Ice Phoenix Demon Lord and all the surviving Demon Lords, Demon Kings, and Demon Generals of the great royal clans had fallen into slumber. Their auras were exceedingly faint, as though they might gutter out at any moment.
This had happened not long ago.
Before her very eyes, Demon Race cultivators had silently collapsed one after another. In the end, the palace had become deathly still, devoid of any noise. It was incomparably eerie.
An inexplicable fear rose in Mu Tianxue's heart. She did not dare remain in the main hall, and after respectfully bowing toward the throne, she came to the palace's edge.
Looking at the distant sky and white clouds, the unease in her heart eased slightly.
She did not dare flee, nor did she dare ask where they were going. She could only wait like this.
On the throne in the main hall.