Time passed, seemingly fast and slow at the same time. Wang Baole didn't know how much time had gone by, but when he came to, Little Missy had vanished. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the ceiling of the cavern.
Wang Baole seemed lost for a moment before his pupils contracted, and he sat up suddenly and inspected his surroundings cautiously. He widened his eyes at the sight before him, shock flooding his mind.
This is… Wang Baole was stunned. His breathing stilled as he observed the majestic scene before him. The sight of the tens of thousands of ancient cultivators' corpses and the three-tiered altar they had been worshiping sent a flood of emotions surging through him.
