During his last attempt to breach the ninth palace, he was repelled in just a second.
This time, though he still encountered a strong repulsive force, Shen Zhui managed to firmly stand his ground.
The interior of the hall was very simple, with a bright yellow throne and two rows of copper pillars extending down to the steps of the throne.
However, when Shen Zhui's gaze fell on that throne, he was still taken aback.
Because on that throne, there was a figure siting, its body slightly bent, with hands resting on his knees.
The massive head was lowered, as if looking at the ground.
Even with the head lowered, the aura and stubbornness emitted by this figure were palpable to Shen Zhui.
What shocked Shen Zhui even more was that the figure's hands were still white and had a touch of redness in them.
"Eternal Dao! Is this... An Emperor-level figure?!"
"The flesh is still intact, could it be alive?!" Shen Zhui's mind was reeling.
