After killing all of Dawangduo's subordinates, Zheng Ming finally turned his gaze to the collapsed ancient palace. Although this ancient palace was made of unknown materials, it was incredibly sturdy. Now, after being eroded by a sea of resentment created by ten trillion resentful spirits, it finally crashed to the ground.
The fragments of the shattered ancient palace were scattered around, leaving the very center of the palace exposed, where there was a formation that looked extremely simple.
White, black, yellow, red, and blue — the five most ordinary colors of stones were placed in five directions. These stones were only the size of fists, and if not for their matching colors, they would hardly have drawn any attention.
Zheng Ming did not pay much attention to these stones; his focus was primarily on what was above them.
A halo, a halo no larger than a palm, radiated dazzling light in the void like the sun.
