The Divine Palace of Prophecy

He was not an orphan; he was merely an abandoned child no one desired.

He had a mother, but her fate was unknown.

He had a father, but that relationship was as good as non-existent.

In a place devoid of warmth and love, where only the strong and bloodlines mattered, Fang Xiu was just a speck of dust, cast away and exiled.

He wanted to forget and believed he could, but with the appearance of the woman in white, his memories resurfaced once again.

Fang Xiu knew he had to confront that nightmare.

Former Marquis of Guanjun, traversing thousands of miles, yet in the vast Xuanhuang World, he was but a drop in the ocean.

Compared to the people of that place, even the light of a grain of rice eluded him.

If not for inheriting the Eternal Divine Palace, he might never have had the opportunity to face them.

The woman in white's presence made him swear silently that one day he would return there; he only wished to know if his mother still lived.