"Da Li... there should be light."
Miao Zhen lifted his head.
Standing in the pit, he gazed around.
Due to the "Iron Curtain," the battlefield was shrouded in darkness for a radius of two miles. The long night had passed, and the sky should be hinting at dawn, yet there wasn't a trace of light... Miao Zhen knew that as long as the "Iron Curtain" remained, this world would never bask in luminous glory, even when the Blazing Sun arrived.
This was the eternal night.
"Swoosh—"
The wind swept past, rustling the golden robe.
Under the wrapping of the Great Trend Dao Realm, the earth and stones trembled, and the ground emitted a low rumble.
He attempted to overturn the Iron Curtain with the "Great Trend Dao Realm".
But he failed.
The pitch-black sky covering the Da Li Dynasty was simply too vast, too thick, too heavy.
Relying on his own strength alone, it was impossible to overturn it.
In the earlier battle...
Miao Zhen had suppressed Nalan Xuance, but paid the price himself.
