But he neither retreated nor bowed his head. Slowly, forcefully, he spoke:
"Niu'Er, go inside."
"MOO!"
Old Nong led the Cyan Bull toward the abyssal Emperor's Palace, while Zhao Zheng and Lu Jianxue waited outside, their eyes downcast.
Soon, he passed through the gates of the Emperor's Palace. The gloomy depths gave way, and the space opened up brightly before him.
Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes and scanned his surroundings. The palace was the very pinnacle of extravagance, brimming with an immortal aura, yet it was deathly silent. Only on the majestic Emperor's Throne at the far end sat an imposing figure.
A terrifying power flowed around that figure, thick with the unending aura of weapons and slaughter. Merely looking at him made Lu Xuan's mind grow hazy, as if he could see layers upon layers of cosmoses rising and falling at Emperor Gouchen's side.
