The sky was dim and yellow, like the heavens beneath the afterglow of a setting sun. The earth stretched vast and desolate, devoid of any living creatures. All he could see were endless plains and the occasional rise of a hill.
The entire world was ancient and weathered, as though it had been pulled from a gap in history, steeped in the traces of time and the profound, enduring weight of antiquity.
What drew Mu Chen's attention most was an ancient tower at the center of this world. Its shape was identical to the tower he condensed with the Great Pagoda Art, yet it was unimaginably enormous, as if it had existed since the creation of heaven and earth, transcending time and space and enduring since antiquity.
From this tower, he could even sense a pressure no weaker than Hun Tiandi's!
A pressure that vaguely surpassed that of a Heavenly Sovereign!
However, this ancient tower was covered in cracks. The cracks were fresh, forming a stark contrast with the ancient marks left by time upon its body. It seemed to have been shattered by someone!
Judging from the pressure emanating from the tower, it was undoubtedly an ultimate sacred artifact, one that likely had an extremely deep connection to the Budu Ancient Clan.
But who had left those cracks? Who possessed the strength to batter such a terrifying sacred artifact into this state?
Sensing the unseen summons radiating from the ancient tower, Mu Chen flew forward.
As he drew closer, he suddenly realized that the aura lingering within the cracks felt somewhat familiar. It was a little like... Di Er Meng's?
A gaunt young man's face abruptly surfaced in his mind... No way. Did Amon do this?
Nicely done!
Mu Chen felt faintly gleeful at their misfortune.
The Budu Ancient