King Zhufeng?

On the fifth floor, there was a huge palace, just like the Royal Palace of a dynasty. It was solemn and dignified. Beads of blue light hung above the palace, illuminating it with a mysterious and hazy light.

Jian Wushuang looked straight into the depths of the hall and his eyes flashed with a touch of fear.

There was a huge throne there!

A figure in a dark golden black robe was sitting quietly on the throne.

This figure had his head lowered, and his black hair, which reached his legs, was scattered on the ground, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Under the throne, there were six mummified corpses with their mouths wide open and their faces filled with fear.

"This is?"

Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank. He flipped his right hand and an ancient sheepskin scroll appeared.