In the distance, mountain ranges rose and fell like a Divine Dragon lying at rest.
The ranges formed countless peaks, each like a pillar holding up the sky.
Palaces stood among those peaks and mountains. Some were ruined, some weathered with age, and others plain and ancient...
The palaces came in all shapes and forms, but they shared one trait: an air of nobility beyond anything mortal.
At the sight of so many palaces, Duan De immediately thought of the Southern Heavenly Gate they had seen upon entering. "These must all be palaces from the old Demon Court, just like that gate!"
Feilian nodded faintly and clenched his fists. "That's right... These are all palaces from the old Demon Court! I wondered why so few of its ruined palaces and buildings could be found after they fell into the Primordial World during the war. I thought people had picked them up, or Hongjun had taken them to repair the current Heavenly Court. I never imagined all those fallen fragments had been moved here! Seeing them makes me even more certain this world was Taiyi's work. These palaces were once the glory of those who served him!"
"Glory?" Duan De asked, puzzled.
Duan De knew little about the Primordial World, much less the Demon Court. What he did know came from the false accounts in old texts.
Now that he had a chance to hear the truth, he naturally wanted to know more.
Feilian remained solemn, without a trace of his usual shamelessness. Perhaps this was simply how he became when facing the Demon Race. He said, "In the Demon Court, Eastern Emperor Taiyi wielded the Chaos Bell and believed in strength above all. Those under him came to believe in it too. So he smelted numerous Innate Objects and forged