Fang Cheng's thoughts slightly moved.
Rumble—
The ground around the palace, spanning several thousand square meters, began to shake violently.
The protruding mounds were smoothed by an invisible force, and the sunken pits were completely filled.
Next, square pieces of obsidian surged out from the soil, automatically adjusting their positions, joining together, and fitting seamlessly into the ground.
The entire process was as if an invisible construction crew was paving the ground with unimaginable efficiency.
Fang Cheng descended from the sky, his feet stepping onto the first black tile that had just been formed, and walked towards the palace gate.
With each step he took, the path beneath his feet extended forward and spread out.
When he reached the entrance, a wide, smooth obsidian boulevard had taken shape.
At the end of the boulevard, a series of steps ascended in tiers, perfectly connecting with the palace's entrance.
