The pitch-black fog, subtly dispersing.
A figure clad in black, holding a sword-umbrella, walked slowly.
Xie Xuanyi raised his head, looking at the surrounding walls that had collapsed due to the long passage of time and were now buried by sand and dust.
"It's unexpected..."
"that the second layer of this secret realm would actually be a complete 'ancient city'."
The aura of gloomy evil is a curse.
But in some sense,
it is also a protection.
After a thousand years, this ancient city, under the coverage of the gloomy evil aura, was free from man-made destruction.
Xie Xuanyi came to a halt.
He saw a massive mural.
This mural had been damaged, hacked and carved; only blurred traces remained.
The content on the wall depicted the history of this ancient city.
Many people, kneeling before the throne, worshiped the figure upon it...
And then.
A great Dragon Descendant of the Demon Cultivators revealed its true form, descending upon the city.
Fires raged.
