The God Demon Sect was destroyed, so their small world should have fallen into enemy hands. Yet their opponent did not claim it. Not only did they not seize the small world, it was even preserved remarkably intact.
Much time had passed since then. The small world had not only avoided ruin but thrived. It had even nurtured many divine medicines.
"Elder Wan, how goes breaking the formation?"
The Heavenly Heart Holy Son stood atop a mountain, gazing at a distant palace. That palace towered into the clouds, even higher than the mountain where the Holy Son stood. A gilded plaque hung over the palace gates. In flamboyant calligraphy were two characters, Scripture Pavilion.
This place had endured since ancient times. It had suffered immense damage long ago, its formation largely erased. Yet even the remnants held tremendous power, enough to annihilate Saint Realm experts.
