Qin Ye chuckled, “There’s a place like that? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

The Second King Yanluo smiled, “Indeed, it’s true that there wasn’t such a place before, but… who knows? Perhaps things might be a little bit different now.”

As he spoke, the Second King Yanluo snapped his fingers, and they vanished in a flurry of ripples. Moments later, they found themselves magically transported to the sixth floor of the city tower back in Ashmound City.

What used to be an empty room containing the Mythic Palace of Reflections had apparently undergone a massive change. There was a glorious golden throne located right in the middle of the room, a meter and a half wide, and two meters tall in height. The dragon that adorned the back of the throne wasn’t the usual dragons of the mortal realm either - it was the Aurogon, or the Torch Dragon.

The left armrest was shaped like the Harken, while the right armrest was shaped like the xiezhi unicorn. A two-meter-long golden table was placed right in front of the throne. Everything was majestic and exquisite.

The beams in the hall were now decorated by luxurious soft veils. Huge pillars carved with an image of the Eighteen Abysses of Hell rose from the ground and right to the ceiling. A series of copper braziers shaped like Rakshasas brightly lit the imperial hall, while a series of tables and chairs were neatly arranged before the throne like an ancient imperial court. Seen together, everything...