Facing the six Divine Thrones’ sculptures, Long Haochen’s gaze was directed at the central one.
Compared to the others, that was the least flashy one. Entirely deep black, its tall seat back appeared simple yet steady, giving off a faint feeling of broadness. On the seat back were carved inscriptions of the sun, moon, stars, paintings of birds, flowers, and various vegetations. It all looked meticulous, yet appeared crowded and disorderly. With this, its blackened part appeared all the more inconspicuous.
But, around it were another five dazzling Divine Thrones.
The one that had left on Long Haochen the deepest impression was naturally his father’s Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.
Countless gems were ostentatiously inlaid behind. In its faintest innerpart, one could see a buddha’s silhouette. Mighty and dignified, it could even be said to emit a sense of pressure.
