When Xia Xiu came to the gate of an underground palace, the palace gate in front of him was a fifteen-meter-high bronze door with a bronze painting carved on it.

Xia Xiu stood in front of this towering bronze gate, with a calm expression but deep eyes.

He slowly raised his head and his eyes were attracted by the strange bronze mural. This is a work with great visual impact. The mural depicts a city with non-Euclidean geometry-a mess of topsy-turvy buildings.

The buildings seem to have lost the restraint of gravity, some are hanging upside down in the sky, and some are overlapping and overlapping like a maze.

Residents walk on seemingly illogical paths, stairs, walls, and even ceilings, all unconstrained by conventional physical rules.

The sky of the city was painted a strong yellow, which seemed to indicate a strange uneasiness.

There are multiple black celestial bodies floating in the sky, their arrangement forming an unrecognizable constellation.

Each celestial body is like an extremely deep eye, staring at the world outside the painting, giving people a strange feeling of being watched.

The residents in the murals are represented as humanoid creatures wearing gorgeous masks, wearing complicated dance costumes, and holding various strange weapons.

The outlines and details of the human figure are exceptionally exquisite, and the gorgeous costumes and unique weapons combine to create an atmosphere that is both elegant and dangerous.

The most eye-catching thing is the four huge masked people in the mural.

They are tall and almost occupy the center of the picture, wearing black, white, yellow and red masks respectively.

There are no eye holes in their masks, only twisted curves and weird patterns.

The four people stand quietly in the painting, separated from each other, but vaguely forming some indescribable sense of balance.

The main colors of the entire mural are only composed of these four colors-black, white, yellow, and red.

The strong contrast of colors makes people feel a sudden harmony, which seems to hide some philosophical hint about order and chaos.

At the bottom of the mural and on the edge of the bronze door, there is a text engraved——

"Alakada·The Hall of Impermanent Virtue"

Xia Xiu's eyes stayed on that line of ancient text for a moment, his lips opened slightly, and he whispered in a low voice with a completely different pronunciation from the modern Terran language:

"Alacada Hall of Impermanent Virtue..."

His words flowed with an ancient and deep rhythm. This was not an ordinary language, but the ancient Diva language he had taken as an elective at Deer Academy.

The scenery carved and depicted on the mural in front of you is none other than the disappeared capital of Daev - [Alakada].

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of doubt and vigilance flashing through his heart.

As a relic of a prehistoric civilization, the city in front of us should not have anything to do with the Daevite Empire.

Ode Papadopolis existed long before the height of the Daevite Empire.

But why is the ancient Daevite language engraved on this building in front of us?

Why did Daevite creations remain in Ode Papadopolis?

what does that mean?

He quickly put together Seth's various remarks in his mind.

"Set..."

Xia Xiu whispered softly, with some uncertainty mixed in his tone.

"The so-called deep sleep...maybe not that complete."

However, at the moment when he was thinking, the bronze door made a low roar, and then slowly opened without any touch.

The heavy door rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound. As the door was fully opened, Xia Xiu instantly felt an oppressive wave of energy coming towards his face.

The next second, the deafening roar of the dragon filled the entire space.

"roar------"

"roar------"

"roar------"

Countless violent breaths spurted out from behind the door - blazing flames, dazzling lightning, corrosive acid, and biting ice.

These dragon breath attacks were densely packed, filling the entire field of vision like a rushing torrent, leaving no gaps.

The space in front of him was completely torn, eroded, and frozen by various elemental forces, as if a disaster from another world was coming in a devastating manner.

However, in this overwhelming storm of destruction, the blond young man remained motionless, as calm as if he was not involved.

[Vashak] behind him slowly emerged from the void, turning into a purple-gold shadow. He gently raised his index finger and pointed at the disorderly chaos in front of him.

"Buzz——"

Time stopped passing.

The gray-white static world instantly covered everything, and countless ferocious breaths hovered in mid-air, turning into solidified flames, static arcs, stagnant acid, and frozen ice crystals. The scene was like a static battlefield picture.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly and his eyes calmly penetrated the still storm of destruction in front of him.

He looked forward, and the scene inside the palace gradually became clearer.

It was a gorgeous and oppressive space. The palace had a towering dome, decorated with exquisite pointed arches and flying buttresses. The patterns and carvings on the walls showed a mysterious ancient image.

However, at this moment, this complex building has been occupied by a group of strange beings.

Dozens of giant dragons of different sizes are distributed in the palace, forming a layered barrier.

Their postures are full of majesty, but their size is particularly weird - each dragon is only 1 to 2 meters long, like some kind of "miniaturized" product.

Despite this, their breathing cannot be underestimated at all, and the still air is still filled with a dangerous burning and murderous intent.

At the front of the palace is the territory of a number of bronze dragons.

It was suspended in mid-air, its scales shone with a smooth copper color, its edges were slightly green, and its two short curved horns were embedded in its head like a crown.

There was a cunning and fierce light in its eyes, and its sharp teeth were slightly exposed, showing undisguised murderous intent.

After the bronze dragon, there is a dense group of bronze dragons and brass dragons. The number of these dragons occupies three-quarters of the entire hall, and they exude a strong elemental atmosphere.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The most dazzling thing is a small group of golden dragons and silver dragons located in the center of the field.

Their scales exude a dazzling metallic luster, and even though they are small in size, they cannot hide their nobility and power.

Although these "mini dragons" are small, the breathing they display is comparable to that of adult dragons.

Xia Xiu walked slowly in the world where time stopped, bypassing the light of dragon's breath hovering in mid-air, as if he was walking between the scythes of death.

When he was walking, [Metatron] emerged behind him.

The figure of the seraph is like a burning god of war, with his hands holding high a flaming giant sword.

The flames on the sword have now been covered by [Solar Elements·Eternal Burning Fire], and the original [vacuum barrier] has been revoked, replaced by a blazing blazing sword edge.

Buzz——

The light particle wings vibrated, and the seraphs emitted a brilliance that was difficult to see directly.

It turned into a gorgeous arc of light particles without any hesitation and rushed forward.

Time has barely passed in the gray static world, and [Metatron]'s figure has already shuttled among all the dragons.

The Seraphim's movements were precise and swift. With each sword swing, the flaming giant sword brought the burning effect of [Eternal Burning Fire], directly striking the "Mini Dragon"'s body.

Wherever the sword blade passed, the flames instantly ignited the dragon scales, and the flames spread quickly, turning these dragons into a sea of ​​burning fire.

In less than five seconds, [Metatron] had already circled the entire venue.

Each of his blows landed on the target accurately, and no "mini dragon" could survive.

The dragon's breath stagnant in mid-air seemed meaningless at the moment, and the Seraphim completed his art of fighting.

"Buzz——"

When the flow of time is released again, the gray world gradually fades away, and the real scene reappears.

The moment time resumed flowing, the breath attack that had been hovering in the air continued to attack forward without any stagnation.

Flame, lightning, acid, and ice—these four completely different destructive powers penetrated the area behind Xia Xiu with blazing force, intertwining into a disorderly and violent explosion.

The flame breath was the first to detonate, and the blazing flames raged on the ground, spreading rapidly along the stone lines, turning a large area into a sea of ​​​​fire in an instant.

Following closely are the other three breaths.

boom-----

boom-----

boom-----

The power of the four breaths came together to form an explosion that swept everything.

The air tore into sharp whistles under the huge impact, and the aftermath of the explosion spread to all directions, completely overturning the surrounding furnishings.

Huge air waves hit the surrounding walls, forcing the spiers and flying buttresses in the palace to tremble uncomfortably, and the rubble and debris fell like a gust of wind.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the field without moving an inch.

All the breath flowed around him, but could not touch him at all.

[Metatron] hovered quietly behind Xia Xiu, and the flames on the Seraphim's swords trembled slightly, emitting scorching residual heat.
To be continued...