Before restarting the Myriad Heavens Spirit-Locking Divine Formation,
This matter concerned not only the fate of the entire Glass King City, but the fate of all of humanity.
And now, only one final palace remained before the secrets of the Six Palaces could be fully unveiled — and with them, the mysteries of the ancient Glass King Tower would be laid bare.
It was even possible that information about the ancient Demon-Sealing War would be found within the Glass King Tower.
Therefore, the top priority was to enter the Sixth Palace of the Legacy.
In the previous five palaces,
It could be said that
He had surpassed the ages.
He still remembered them — Heavenly Kun Immortal of the First Palace, Sovereign Chongxiao of the Second, Marquis Hong of the Third, the Mad Old Freak of the Fourth, and Elder Danfu of the Fifth.
Each of the predecessors who guarded the Six Palaces, despite their differing temperaments, were all people of genuine character — people worthy of being entrusted with something so precious.
So what kind of opportunity would the Sixth Palace hold?
And after conquering the Sixth Palace, what secrets would the Glass King Tower reveal?
Without such leads, humanity simply had no leverage whatsoever to stand against the Demon Race. Not in its current state.
"Let's hope this Sixth Palace doesn't disappoint."
With that thought in mind,
The Fourth Palace had required one to be at the early Heavenly Seat stage, while the Fifth demanded the mid Heavenly Seat stage. At the time,
The Sixth Palace, however, required the high Heavenly Seat stage — and the stronger one was, the better.
Once his preparations were complete,
His mind was calm as still water, without the faintest ripple.
The rhythm of the Six Palaces was something he knew well by now — there was no reason to feel any apprehension.
As the teleportation force slowly dissipated,
But at that moment, something gave him pause. He opened his eyes in disbelief, extending his hands to sense his surroundings, and his expression shifted to one of surprise.
Fine rain!
He could actually feel fine rain — a soft, silken drizzle, delicate as threads of honey.
"Why is there rain? Isn't the Sixth Palace supposed to be a sealed, self-contained space? How can there be weather changes?"