The palace, though small, exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.
"Collect!"
With a light command from Gu Sheng, a peculiar wave of power emanated from the bronze palace, shattering the black threads connecting to the puppets as if struck by lightning.
The old man's expression changed drastically.
"What?!"
The next moment, Gu Sheng and the six puppets disappeared simultaneously from the spot, leaving behind the furious roar of the red-robed elder echoing within the restriction.
In the Divine Craft Maze Palace, the six puppets stood motionless.
Gu Sheng exhaled deeply and looked around.
It was an ancient stone chamber, with complex and inscrutable runes carved all over the walls, and a bronze throne placed at the center.
Yue Shen Gong's shadow drifted out from Gu Sheng's Sea of Consciousness and settled onto the throne.
He carefully examined the puppets, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.
"Just as I suspected..."
Yue Shen Gong's voice carried anger.
