The palace's exterior was majestic.
Purple in color and supported by countless columns, its entire surface was engraved with peculiar patterns that were impossible to comprehend. The building exuded an aura of power and dominance, as though it were not only the center of the Land of Origin, but of the entire Demon World as well.
Judging by such an appearance, one would expect the interior to be equally majestic and holy, seemingly being the home of Gods.
Yet the truth was far from it.
The moment the Slaughter Demon Lord passed through the entrance, he found himself facing not a grand hall, but a dark, gloomy corridor.
Loud, agonizing wails constantly echoed in his ears, as though countless ghosts were weeping and mourning their own deaths.
These cries were more than mere sounds. They carried soul attacks powerful enough to plunge the soul of any non-Ancient Devil into despair.
