The palace, towering hundreds of meters high, stood like a gigantic skyscraper piercing through the sea of clouds.
It shimmered with a pale golden light, quietly standing in the space between heaven and earth, as if it were the dwelling of the Divine.
And just at the highest throne of this Golden Palace, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his gaze, and overlooked his world.
This Inner World constructed by his will, which should have been peaceful and tranquil, now seemed restless and uneasy.
The sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Vast clouds resembling tainted blood surged from unknown origins.
They rolled like tides, gathering together.
Layer upon layer, exuding a lustrous sheen like grease, so thick it seemed they might drip from the sky.
Soon, the clouds entirely shrouded that blazing Great Sun once hanging high in the sky.
Light retreated, darkness descended.
Following that, those clouds began to twist and deform intensely.
