The ancient palace was entirely black and ten thousand feet tall, like a towering mountain.

Even after countless years, it was perfectly intact in stark contrast with its ruined, desolate surroundings.

Su Yi stood before the palace, hands behind his back.

The night was dark as ink, and baleful energy hung in the air like fog, enveloping the skies. It was an imposing sight.

A long time ago, Su Yi had come here with Cui Longxiang.

But back then, he’d come to help suppress the most vicious malevolent entities suppressed in the bottommost floor of the Bureau of Adjudication.

Before long, Su Yi flipped his palm, and a bronze box floated into view.

He opened it, revealing a bronze key shaped like a weaver’s shuttle.

After opening the box, he saw the strange and contorted Dao Markings on the shuttle-shaped key.

Su Yi removed it from the box, then proceeded toward the gateway.

An enormous, lifelike bronze Xiezhi statue stood here, looking powerful and imposing.

As Su Yi inserted the key into a hole at the statue’s base, a low rumbling filled the air....