The Golden Chariot Hall was empty, with no Dragon Robe nor Dragon Throne, only a bottomless space rift.
From the remaining traces at the scene, it could be tentatively judged that a rebellion had once erupted inside the Imperial City... Or perhaps a coup, the ambition of the rebels ultimately attracted the greed of the Demons.
The Demons swarmed out of the rift, devouring the souls of all the survivors, though they didn't end up with much advantage either. Thousands upon thousands of Demon corpses lay collapsed among the ruins of the palace, looking quite tragic.
The lingering resentment and various filthy blasphemous forces transformed into pages of books, converging into Little Gourd's hands.
