In a moment of distraction, Qingqiu Hua let out a light shout, and a magnificent palace burst forth from above her head.
It was none other than the Qingqiu Palace.
Surrounded by a halo of dawn, spiritual energy flowed into the Qingqiu Palace, causing it to expand continuously, transforming into the size of a mountain peak above Lu Yi's head, pressing down like a meteorite.
The terrifying pressure distorted the space around him, and Lu Yi felt a horrifying gravitational pull emanating from the Qingqiu Palace, attempting to suck him in.
The grand doors of the Qingqiu Palace were pitch black, resembling a black hole, devouring all things.
Lu Yi's expression remained calm as he lightly chuckled, "The Immortal Artifact is indeed strong, but it still lacks a bit of essence."
In his hand appeared a long sword sparkling with starlight, which was the Top-grade Spiritual Artifact, Shaking Light Sword.