Song Changsheng was still staring into the depths of space.
Oblivious to him, many eyes were staring back at him from the depths of space.
There was a hidden realm some distance away from Song Changsheng. This realm was vast and overflowing with vitality, but all the buildings and plants here gave off an intense aura of the Ancient Era, as if this place had existed since the Ancient Era.
There was an observation formation in this realm, and a crowd gathered before it. There were men and women in the mix, though most of them were on the older side. The youngest of them looked middle-aged.
All of them were dressed in white cloaks, and their waist tokens were inscribed with the words âHeavensword Sacred Palaceâ.
The leader of the group was an old woman with a wrinkly face. Her eyes carried the vicissitudes of life, reflecting her rich life experience. She commanded a powerful disposition. It felt like she would have been beautiful in her younger years.
An old man standing behind the old woman asked, âPalace Master, that person has been looking at us. Has he not given up yet?â
His worry-filled words inadvertently revealed the old womanâs identityâthe Heavensword Sacred Palaceâs Palace Master.