Chapter 318 : Unity In Diversity (1)
A wave of panic swept through the Heavenly Realm as news of the attack on Juhua Palace spread like wildfire. Xiyu Palace, Qingyuan Palace, Qifeng Palace, and Ling’an Palace, who had only recently turned their backs on Xie Jianyu, the rightful heir to the Golden Dragon Palace, were now forced to confront the consequences of their actions.
Said Palace Masters arrived at Juhua Palace a while later. Shock was written on their faces when they witnessed the desolate expanse of Juhua Palace, its once majestic structures now reduced to crumbling ruins, their grandeur eclipsed by the oppressive weight of destruction. The palace’s pristine white walls were now marred with jagged cracks and soot-stained streaks, bearing the scars of a ferocious assault.
The once vibrant gardens, a tapestry of exotic blooms and verdant foliage, were now a desolate wasteland, their beauty trampled underfoot by the relentless march of chaos.
The once proud roofs, adorned with intricate carvings and gleaming tiles, now lay scattered like broken eggshells, their fragments serving as grim reminders of the palace’s former splendor.
The courtyards, once bustling with life and laughter, now echoed with an eerie silence, their emptiness a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that once filled them.
In a desolate corner of the inner courtyard, a solitary figure cowered, his embrace as tight as that of a frightened child seeking solace in the familiar warmth of his own arms. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now clouded with despair, their gaze fixed on a patch of emerald grass that miraculously survived the onslaught of demon attacks. It was a tiny oasis in a sea of destruction, a symbol of hope amidst the ruins.
The man’s once proud posture was now hunched, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his sorrows. His once neatly groomed hair was now a tangled mess, reflecting the turmoil within his soul. His clothes, once symbols of his nobility, were now torn and tattered, bearing the marks of his desperate struggle against the demonic forces.
As he murmured something incoherent to himself, he rocked back and forth on the spot.
The four Palace Masters initially paid him no heed, as their gazes were fixed on the bloody ruins and the lifeless bodies that were scattered on the courtyards. Until Yang Jiali approached the man out of curiosity.