The sacred Palace was like a Palace in the sky that stood above the sea of clouds. It was endless, and one could not see the end of it. It was majestic and majestic, exuding a solemn and sacred aura. Anyone who faced the sacred Palace could not help but kowtow and worship it.
This ancient and vicissitude-like oppression was like an ancient world that had been baptized by history. It was filled with the traces of time.
"Swish!"
In the sky, a stream of light streaked across the void. The Holy King walked in the void, heading somewhere in the Holy Palace.
