Outside the Dark Sacred Realm.
An endlessly winding Black Great Serpent gazed down into the great realm.
The two High-Tier Hunyuan guarding it never noticed his scrutiny.
His gaze lingered briefly on those two High-Tier Hunyuan, but most of his attention remained on a certain "ruin."
Suddenly, his eyes shifted, a hint of puzzlement rising in them.
Then he glanced again at the figure within the ruin, flicked his tail, and vanished.
Within the Dark Sacred Realm.
Quite a few cultivators were already exploring the ruin that had appeared not long ago, and some low-tier Hunyuan lifeforms had slipped in among them.
As one of the earliest arrivals, Lu Yin Walker had already ventured deep into the ruin.
Looking at the shattered space-time before him, he stirred his thoughts. The space fragments and turbulent flows of time were gradually brought into order, opening a stable passage.
Cultivators who primarily cultivated space-time had a unique advantage in mobility when exploring ruins. Even among the first group to enter, he was the fastest.
However, anyone who observed closely would discover that he had not actually gone the deepest, because his exploration route had veered off midway.
"Almost there."
Once he had brought the space-time turbulence into order, he thrust out a hand. Four planes formed a column-shaped passage, and he flashed inside.
Before long, he sensed the source of that faint resonance.
It was a palace hidden in the depths of space-time.
The palace's outer edges kept shattering, yet they also kept reforming, as though caught in some sort of balance.
The force shattering it was the pressure of the Dark Sacred Realm's rules.
The force restoring it came from the center of the palace.
Stepping through the entrance, Lu Yin Walker looked up and saw a massive statue coiled throughout the