In the depths of chaos, the Sect Hierarch Tongtian wore a stern expression.
He fixed his gaze on the decrepit Tao Palace ahead, his face filled with disbelief.
This Tao Palace was once a place of solemn sanctity, but now it lay abandoned and in ruins.
The towering halls were no longer intact, and the broken corners and fractured pillars conveyed a sense of desolation.
It seemed to Tongtian that a cold wind swept through the Tao Palace, carrying with it a faint ancient aura.
In a corner lay a pool of murky foul liquid, strewn with fragmented, withered yellow petals, painting a picture of loneliness.
The Sect Hierarch Tongtian slowly walked into the Tao Palace, traversing the dilapidated palace.
His eyes swept over the surrounding environment, the broken stone steps bearing mottled traces.
Once, countless powerful beings had walked these steps, marking long prosperous years.
As Tongtian stepped further in, he saw a scene of disarray.
