At the edge of the first twenty halls of the Wuji Divine Palace, atop a pavilion with flying eaves and upturned corners, Qingxu clenched his fists amidst a billowing mass of primordial dead energy. He glared furiously at the magnificent, resplendent complex of buildings glowing with brilliant lights ahead.
Having fled desperately through the first twenty halls at all costs, he had pulled out all the stops. Yet, he had also suffered devastating blows from various formations, restrictions, and Daoist punishments, leaving him battered and bruised all over.
More importantly, he could sense that that insidious scoundrel Wuji had completely altered everything within the Wuji Divine Palace during his escape. Even he, who had once been most familiar with this place, was now left completely in the dark, unable to tell the four cardinal directions apart.
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