On the eighth level of heaven, Shi Hao saw a streak of flowing light that split the mountains, and then he saw an enormous city ahead, its gates tightly shut, not opening for him.
All around, mountains undulated, ancient trees and wolves prowling. Without a doubt, these were formed by the lightning and were not actual scenes, which made them all the more terrifying.
The mountain land was silent, as if it were composed of ancient eternal silence, with only a sigh breaking the quietness.
Shi Hao stepped out of the forest, heading towards the mysterious city. He frowned, realizing that this city suppressed the eighth level of heaven, and he needed to break through here to reach a higher level.
The Divine King Tribulation is indeed demonic, with various anomalies appearing.
Shi Hao approached and stood before the grand city gates, perceiving the weariness of time etched into them, the mottled walls, faded colors, and scars of blades and swords.
