Countless beings trembled violently from just a glance and dared not approach.
At the Peak of the Divine Mountain, there was a huge palace. Auspicious vapors rose from it, overlooking the wilderness and making all the mountains below seem small. Inside, it was glorious, inlaid with various Divine Stones that emitted a treasured light and a rosy glow, eliminating the need for lamps even at night.
Furthermore, ancient patterns were inscribed on the walls and pillars of the grand hall. They fortified the palace, casting out strand after strand of mysterious divine light.
This was the highest place in the Holy Realm, constructed through the cooperative efforts of generations of Watchers. It possessed mysterious, indescribable effects, capable of suppressing the ominous forces within the darkness, and was seldom used.
Yet tonight, it was bustling with unusual activity.
"Where is Madman Zhang? Why hasn't he appeared yet?" an elder roared, his patience worn thin.
