Shi Hao sat cross-legged, near a meditation cushion.
Within the Pill Furnace, silver electric arcs, crimson lightning, golden streaks of lightning, and black thunderbolts... interwove together, brimming with the aura of the Immortal Dao.
Two pages of Golden Paper floated up and down, absorbing the laws of thunder from the Celestial River, becoming more crystalline and dazzling until, at last, they vaguely reflected a Minor Thousand World.
Shi Hao was astonished; he felt that he was not seeing things wrongly, as in the midst of the electric light, faint shadows emerged, casting an image of ruins.
There, many gigantic black mountains existed, yet all were fragmented; pieces of golden palaces lay scattered about, most of which had unfortunately collapsed; and there was a silver river, nearly dried up.
It was a field of ruins that appeared mysterious and hazy, with debris strewn about and lightning swirling around, a place mortals could not approach.
"Thunder Emperor's Palace!"
