At this moment, inside the floating fortress.
The throne hall of this architecture was truly a masterpiece of ancient, forbidden geometry.
The walls were lined with ancient and unknown materials, and etched with cuneiform scripts that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic gold light, humming with the power of an era lost to the tides of time.
Jiang Chen sat upon the central throne, his eyes closed in deep, agonizing concentration as beads of sweat rolled down his pale forehead, evaporating before they could hit the floor due to the sheer friction of the spiritual energy swirling around him.
He was in the process of refining the throne—the literal heart and brain of the fortress.
According to the lingering consciousness of the Heaven Piercing Saint, this entire floating monolith was known as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
