After the disciples of the two sects retreated, Fang Ling held Hong Shao's small hand and walked toward the palace standing atop the mountain.

The ultimate divine weapon hadn't actually appeared; instead, a terrifying aura had suddenly erupted from the palace.

The disciples who could come here were all well-informed elites of their sects. Just from that aura, they could make a judgment.

The palace doors were sealed with dust and protected by a grand formation.