The Lingxi Celestial Palace was embedded within a massive mountain peak and protected by layers upon layers of Arrays laid down by their ancestor, the Heavenly Slaughter Daoist. Logically, the Celestial Palace shouldn't have collapsed even in an earthquake or if the very heavens fell. So how could this be happening?
For a moment, not only Mu Ruo and the City Lord of the Ancient City, but also the remaining Four Great Manor Masters and everyone in the square were utterly dumbfounded.
In their hearts, the Celestial Palace was their spiritual faith—the goal they had pursued their entire lives. With their faith now crumbling before their eyes, it was as if their worlds were collapsing. They all stood there, completely stupefied.
"Impossible! The Lingxi Celestial Palace can't collapse! I must be seeing things!"
"What in the world is going on? Can anyone save me…?"
"I don't believe it! The Lingxi Celestial Palace was built by our distant ancestor! How could it just collapse?"
