Qin Ming charged toward the High Tower, meeting no resistance along the way, until he reached the top...
For an instant, the change almost made him think he had come to the wrong place. Only after coming up did he discover how vast the space here was-tens of thousands of square meters, nothing like what the tower looked like from below.
"Is this some kind of expansion space magic array... or space transfer magic?"
Qin Ming could not be sure.
On this excessively spacious rooftop stood one building, and one alone, occupying no more than thirty square meters. Most of the space went unused, paved with nothing but simple floor tiles, showing just how vast the King's territory was-so vast he had almost no use for it.
The building was merely a pavilion. Though small, it was sufficient. Its eaves and pillars bore exquisite sculptures and decorations that countless master craftsmen could never reproduce even with a lifetime of effort, showing just how exacting the King was about craftsmanship.
Inside the pavilion was the King's seat, or rather, his throne, fashioned from gold and bright enough to hurt the eyes.
But compared to the King seated upon it, the throne was far too ordinary. Though he stood only around 1.8 meters tall and did not seem imposing compared with the other Kings, his eyes, as deep as blood, and his unhurried regal bearing left even Qin Ming momentarily dazed at first sight, as though he stood before the might of heaven.
Coming to his senses, Qin Ming hurriedly raised his spear and assumed a guarded stance. Had he been ambushed just then, he would undoubtedly have suffered a crushing defeat. Fortunately, the Absolute King disdained such methods, for he only ever crushed his opponents head-on.
As the strongest King, why