Within the Imperial City, Zhu Haomiao stood amidst a sea of corpses and blood, gazing up at the shattering illusion of the giant cauldron in the sky, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.
Following the guidance of some enigmatic Heavenly Destiny, the youth transformed into a streak of black light, heading straight for the Taihe Palace, where only deathly silence remained in sight.
Shua~
Transitioning from extreme motion to extreme stillness, Zhu Haomiao instantly stood still in the center of the grand hall, staring at Zhao Jing, who lay on the ground with eyes wide open in death. His gaze swept over the ghastly, gaping hole in Zhao Jing's chest, as his brows furrowed slowly.
Looking around, the scattered limbs nearly covered the entire hall, except for one spotless area in the center.
Instinctively, Zhu Haomiao seemed to see a colossal cauldron standing like a small mountain, suppressing the vast land.
