Meeting Fellow Townsmen (1)

In the depths of the underground, Jiang Ming held the Scarlet Separation Sword and carefully advanced. 

As he walked among the rubble, the disturbance he brought with him directly caused a wall to collapse, sending thick smoke and dust into the air. 

Looking forward, the ruins of the huge palace looked like a scene of a dystopia. It was rotten and lonely, and no one knew how many years it had been there. From its grand scale, one could guess the glory of the past. 

At the very front was that faint glimmer of light. 

Unable to see any other way, Jiang Ming could only walk step by step toward the glimmer. 

"I don't know how long it has been since anyone has come here." 

The bricks and stones used to build the palace were rare spiritual materials that would not decay after thousands of years. However, these palaces here were all in ruins. A gust of wind could probably blow down a large area.