At the depths of the imperial tomb's center, above the firmament.
A tall man, shrouded in a dark purple aura and with a phantom-like figure, was overlooking the vast imperial tomb.
He exuded a vague aura, his eyes cold, as if the very spacetime around him was about to freeze under his gaze.
"The Cangyan Continent, nurtured for many years, yet its living beings are still so pathetic."
The man's indifferent eyes swept across the world, as if looking at a swarm of ants.
His gaze lingered slightly on Tianhuang before he casually looked away.
It seemed that even Tianhuang was no more significant in his eyes.
"After being eroded by darkness for so long, to still have so many living beings, the Cangyan Heavenly Dao is indeed formidable."
At this moment, the man who arrived stepping on a sword from where Su Changqing was, spoke with a smile.
His body was surrounded by a faint red glow, as if enveloped by boundless overlapping illusionary realms, making it hard to see clearly.
