The moonlight filtered down like silver snow, bathing the palace. The glass tiles beneath his feet shimmered in responsive splendor. As the light hit the tiles, each tile reflected many spirit designs. A mere tile here would be an elite immortal treasure back in the Dong Sheng Divine Continent.

But these spirit designs were specifically for durability, making it so that even if elite experts fought within the palace, the tiles would not easily break. The palaces at the Immortal's Capital were historic, and even the simplest glass tile had hundreds of thousands of years of history.

On this hectic evening, Wu Yu sat at the top of the palace, a mirror in hand. He was inspecting the ancient "Yu" character on his brow. He had not made any move to dodge, but his body was already completely bound.

On his left, at the edge of Wu Yu's vision, "Sun Wudao" shook his head. "This is the visage that you have the best feeling for,...