As time slowly passed, the 10,000-meter Ancient Starry Sky Sword impaling the Divine Palace began to crumble. It shattered, transforming into a sky full of rubble that rained down, piling up into a high mountain on the desolate land.
At this moment, Luo Xiu and his companions were still lingering above the Divine Palace. As the Ancient Starry Sky Sword collapsed, they saw the suppressed dojo below.
In that cracked and ancient dojo, a male figure shrouded in a strange black aura was slowly standing up. He seemed to have just awakened from a ten-thousand-year slumber, gazing around in a daze. His normal breathing alone caused the Void to tremble, as if he had stolen the very air from their lungs, leaving them breathless and suffocated.
Beads of sweat had already formed on Luo Xiu's forehead. "Is this the aura of a god... So powerful," he lamented.
