On the Chaotian Continent, the only places that possessed so many metal ores and were willing to display them with such a complete lack of aesthetic sense were the Prince's Residence of East Yi Dao and the mountain headquarters of those few Artifact Sects.
Jing Jiu had thought this was also the mountain headquarters of some Artifact Sect in the Immortal Realm, deep inside an enormous mountain.
In that case, flying straight upward on his Sword Light should have brought him out at the summit.
He had intended to take a look at the whole of this world, such as its distant mountains and nearby rivers.
What he had not expected was that, after flying out, he would still be underground.
There was no azure sky overhead, only a tiny patch of black space extremely high above, with faint stars deep within it.
That might have been the universe where he had once lingered.
His surroundings were dim, with tall, upright lampposts giving off light that was neither clearly bright nor dim.
There was nobody on the quiet streets, and only a few rooms in the buildings on either side were lit.
He did not know what material those lamps were made from, but their light was even steadier than the luminous rays of Night-Luminescent Pearls, without the slightest flicker.
The nearest building was five stories tall, and the light in its only illuminated room flickered somewhat. Curious, he flew over and soon arrived outside the window.
He saw Silver-Haired the Girl leaning back in a chair with her eyes closed, her fingers still resting on a law artifact. She had presumably fallen asleep while operating it.
Then he noticed a Light Screen in the room, its images constantly changing. That was the source of the flickering light.
He looked