Qingzhou Xuantian Prefecture, an ancient and grand hall.
Outside the hall stood two gigantic stone lions, with vermilion dragon pillars rising high, supporting a golden dome above.
The sunlight outside was bright, and the grand doors of the hall were open.
However, the sunlight spilling from the sky was blocked by a substance-like darkness. Inside the hall was pitch black, as if leading to the abyss of hell, emanating a cold, bloodthirsty aura. Heartbeats, heavy like war drums, echoed from within.
Outside, there were also two towering figures from the Yiluan Bureau kneeling, clothed in vermilion official robes, with long swords at their waists.
They possessed the cultivation of the Heavenly Deceit Realm.
But they were unable to dispel the fear emanating from the depths of their hearts.
At this moment, their muscles spasmed uncontrollably, cold sweat seeped through their foreheads, dripping from their chins to the ground.
Whoosh!
A wild wind suddenly arose outside.
