A seven-colored palace tore through the strange surging waves of the Ruins Sea, shuttling through kaleidoscopic dimensions.
Behind the palace, a double-winged dragon beast, covered in black scales and exuding a ferocious, menacing aura, wings spanning ten thousand zhang, gave relentless chase.
"A palace-type treasure that can traverse the Void requires a massive amount of energy. Without an Eighth Realm expert to drive it, how long can it last on only the energy stored inside?"
Inside the Aurora Palace.
The crowd was restless and uneasy.
Being hunted by a Demon Saint who would be considered a top-level expert even in the entire Great Wilderness—even within the safety house, that invisible spiritual pressure and the sense of death approaching were enough to shatter the defenses of those with unsteady minds; a sense of despair filled the air.
Many people were unable to even cultivate normally.
But as for Lu Chenzhou, he was in seclusion.
...
In the blink of an eye.
