Countless humanoid creatures sank into the ground, and the blood-colored veins covering the Magic Platform gradually disappeared. The towering Platinum Platform quickly regained its previous cold and deathly silence.
A few days later, within a ruined palace twenty miles away, Zhao Sheng stood behind a crumbling wall, gazing indifferently at the distant majestic Magic Platform and the "Light Point" floating in the air. His eyes lingered on that Yellow Cloud for a long time, as if he were a stone man.
Even though Emperor Jiang never showed himself, intuition told him that the other party hadn't truly left but was secretly lingering around the ruins.
The reason was unknown; perhaps out of some inexplicable fear, Emperor Jiang never dared to easily approach the Magic Platform and thus remained hesitant.
Zhao Sheng believed his "judgment" was correct and was even more convinced that Emperor Jiang and he were of the same kind.
