Black clouds overwhelmed the city, silver snakes danced wildly, thunder and fire raged, and huge black cirrus clouds covered the sky and the sun, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, like a doomsday catastrophe.

A bolt of thunder split the sky, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the dark night.

At the same time, a wave of white light lit up, rippling like an upside-down giant bowl, enveloping the thousands of peaks below.

But at this moment, a ghostly figure fluttered through the white light waves, silently, without alarming anyone.

At the top of the peak of a thousand zhang, there is a black hall, the sight in the hall is dim, and only two bronze ancient lamps are slowly burning.

In the depths of the main hall, on the gilded throne, sat a man whose whole body was shrouded in darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly.

After a while, a trace of cold wind suddenly blew in the hall, and the ancient lamps swayed, as if they would be extinguished in the next second.

"Who's coming?", the voice of the dark figure was ethereal, as if coming from all directions, shocking the soul.

The air in the main hall suddenly fluctuated, the space was faintly distorted, and a tall man in a black robe slowly pulled out, his breath was as deep as the sea.

"You are!", the dark figure's eyes lit up suddenly, and he slowly got up, although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still imagine his surprised expression.

"I want this person", the black-robed man embroidered his robe, and a picture scroll flew out, slowly spreading out in mid-air, revealing a woman who had captivated the country and the city.

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