As they gazed into the distance, a vast expanse of black palaces filled their sight.
Strangely, however, the architectural style of these palaces was distinctly different from that of humans.
From afar, they looked like tiny black dots.
Yet with the keen perception of Nascent Soul True Lords, they could clearly tell that the palaces were more than twice the size of ordinary human palaces.
They seemed to have been built by neither humans nor the Demon Race.
It seems Brightnight Grotto-Heaven really might have been created by a powerhouse of the Two-Headed Clan.
Before the Primordial Final War, the Two-Headed Clan was also among the highest-ranking races, with a Void Refinement Powerhouse always presiding over it.
Looking at the distant palaces with their distinctly foreign character, thoughts flickered through Liu Yu's mind.
He now largely believed that Brightnight Grotto-Heaven had been created by a powerhouse of the Two-Headed Clan.
The Ancient Forbidden Land!
Drawing deep breaths, Huang Mei and the other three looked into the distance. Sensing the powerful auras all around them, they felt their bodies tremble slightly.
Compared to Peak True Lords, their strength was clearly inadequate; the gap was immense.
Naturally, they lacked Liu Yu's confidence to remain unmoving as a mountain and face everything calmly.
But on this road of cultivation, who could ever be certain of victory?
Although the road ahead was fraught with danger, and the slightest mistake could mean death and the end of their cultivation, they had still come.
Willingly!
Fellow Daoist Qing Yang.
Looking at the nearby cultivator in black robes, with his imposing build, bright eyes, and resolute expression, Mo Mei felt a little more at ease.
Standing on the Small Hillside and gazing into the distance, Liu Yu also wore a grave expression. His nerves remained taut, ready