A large group of cultivators blocked the way in front of the palace gates.
Their expressions were incomparably solemn as they looked at Tang Zhen, who was walking over. This was because they would be facing a choice between life and death next.
Should he block Tang Zhen's path or withdraw from this battle?
They knew more about the spacetime Walker. They knew that he was a powerful existence, and there had been legends about him for a long time.
If the other party was a cultivator, he was equivalent to the ancestor of all cultivators, and some people even regarded him as a God.
Legends did not represent the truth and were not very convincing. People preferred to believe what they saw with their own eyes.
The cultivators needed to confirm whether the spacetime Walker was as powerful as the legends said.
Tang Zhen stopped in his tracks and looked at the Imperial Palace in front of him. He could already sense the aura of a shattered divine body.
