After a moment of hesitation, Shen Luo gently pushed against the door.
To his surprise, the tower gate creaked open without any resistance.
What caught his eye was a resplendent gold-filled great hall, about twenty or thirty feet in size, devoid of any furnishings except for a white jade stone chair placed deepest inside, where a tall figure, an Armored Heavenly General sat.
The Heavenly General was clad in golden armor, donning a golden winged crow crown, with a flowing black beard that gave him a sense of overwhelming dignity. His left hand held a large black iron whip of antiquated design and his right hand held a miniature gold tower.
A tremendous and overwhelming pressure emanated from the Armored Heavenly General, far superior to Ao Hong. The air in the hall moved on its own and centered around the general, forming a huge whirlpool of air that seemed to swallow even the light, making it look exceedingly shadowy.
