Mount Buzhou towered high, and more than one temple stood at its summit. At first glance, it resembled the Forbidden City. At the center of all those buildings stood the tallest structure of all. It was magnificent, especially eye-catching atop the mountain. This was the Hall of the Gods, renowned throughout the Divine Realm.
Under the Divine Realm's rules, minor matters were discussed and decided by the Five Supreme Gods. Only when a major decision arose, such as deciding a deity's life or death, would an assembly of the gods be convened here.
Yet at this very moment, six people who were supposed to be on patrol had entered that solemn, sacred hall.
"So this is the Hall of the Gods?"
Shui Bing'er stepped into the palace and looked around. It was far from small, covering more than two thousand square meters in an octagonal shape. None of its walls bore any decorations, but countless screens flickered with ever-changing images. Each screen showed a different scene.
"What is this? Huh, isn't that the Spirit Hall Empire's imperial palace?!" Shui Bing'er stopped before a screen of light. The scene within was unmistakably familiar to her: the imperial palace of the Spirit Hall Empire on the Douluo Continent.
Inside a great hall, Xiao Xingyue, the Douluo Continent's supreme leader, was presiding over an important meeting. By extending one's Divine Sense into the screen, one could clearly hear every word she said.
"This is where the Divine Realm monitors the Lower Realm. Each screen of light represents the world of a planet," the Silver Dragon King explained, her delicate brows drawing together.
"Yueyue, what are you worried about?" Su Chen noticed her expression and asked curiously.
"I have a strange feeling. Everything here is highly unusual," the Silver Dragon King said.
"Is it?"