The moment the stone gate of the Imperial Dungeon sealed behind him, Tony felt the outside world disappear completely.
Before him stretched an enormous underground chamber so vast that it resembled an ancient temple carved directly into the heart of a mountain. At the center of the chamber stood nine tall pillars arranged in a perfect circle.
Each pillar was wider than a city tower and covered with countless marks that looked less like written characters and more like wounds left behind by a terrifying sword.
As Tony approached, he quickly realized those weren't ordinary carvings. Every sentence had been written using sword intent. Every character carried a sharpness that seemed capable of cutting into the soul. The closer he moved toward the nearest pillar, the stronger the pressure became. It felt as though an ancient existence was silently observing him from beyond time itself.
