"This ruined palace was once the palace of the Dragon God Clan, but after the great battle, it no longer exists."
The old man in a white robe smiled calmly in the crumbled and shattered palace square.
The palace was enormous, but it no longer retained its original grandeur and had become a ruin.
Except for the main palace, which was barely preserved, hundreds of other palaces were destroyed, a ghastly sight.
The old man in white said, "I have been cultivating here in seclusion for nearly a hundred thousand years."
"A hundred thousand years..." Tian Sha's old eyes almost popped out.
In the devastated and unrecognizable square, Feng Wuchen noticed numerous tombstones nearby and couldn't help asking, "Senior, are these all members of the Dragon God Clan?"
"Not all of them; there are also other ancient powerhouses," the old man in white said calmly, casting a glance at the tombstones, his old eyes revealing a trace of sadness.
