The heavens and earth were dim. Spatial rifts appeared from time to time, then gradually healed, like a spiderweb.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desolation, with barely any sign of life. The lingering ancient aura was incredibly heavy, left behind by cultivators of an unknown realm, enduring for eternity without dispersing.
Bottomless abysses also scarred the earth, clearly traces left behind by a great battle.
Qin Sheng and the others strolled through this space. Through its current desolation, they could sense the prosperity it had possessed in ancient times.
"This is the outer region of the Heavenly Palace. Many Heavenly Palace citizens once lived here, but they all fell in that battle. They were among the first to be sacrificed." Mandala's expression was cold, though her eyes carried a trace of melancholy.
On the ruins of certain cities and palaces, skeletal remains could be seen standing upright, their heads tilted skyward.
Though all flesh had long since vanished, one could vaguely sense the feelings and circumstances those people had faced at the time.
Some skeletons held tokens in their hands, while others had them lying by their feet. Their materials and colors varied, and different patterns were carved upon them—azure wolves, mighty eagles. These were symbols of the identities of Primordial Heavenly Palace disciples.
"The Extraterritorial Evil Clan attacked from here. Those guards were killed without even the strength to resist," Mandala said.
Back then, the heavens and earth must have shattered, and the sun and moon must have lost their light. When they saw the boundless extraterritorial evil aura violently corroding this space, the Primordial Heavenly Palace disciples had responded immediately—though perhaps they had also been somewhat lost.
No one had likely expected the Extraterritorial Evil Clan to directly attack the Ancient Heavenly