A flash of sword light streaked past, and the restrictive light surrounding the palace instantly shattered.
Fang Cheng strolled into the circular, domed hall, which stood a hundred zhang tall. Inside, the floor, paved with red gold, was smooth, flat, and spotless.
In the center of the floor was a circular totem made of countless Spiritual Mechanism gears, rotating slowly with an extraordinary and divine aura.
Fang Cheng studied the totem for a few moments, then swiped his hand. A Sword Aura slashed open the floor, revealing a deep, dark passage.
He entered the passage and descended for several dozen zhang, arriving before a grand and imposing Bronze Gate.
Eight tall figures stood before the gate, watching him as if facing a great enemy.
Mo Liushang.
Silver hair, a cold, stunningly beautiful face, and a body that was half Spiritual Mechanism yet still alluring. Their auras were profound; all were at the Peak of Dharma Form cultivation.
