The entire Underground Palace felt dark, yet this darkness carried a hint of extraordinary flavor.
It had an indescribable sense of grandeur and mystery.
Masked by the monstrous totems on the surrounding walls were eight towering high towers.
These eight high towers stood like sovereigns, symbolizing a glorious and splendid civilization.
If there was a scholar here, they would certainly be amazed by the murals on the wall as their linework and the depiction methods held traces of the Sixth and Fifth Era, even more far-reaching references could be traced back.
The pattern carved at the top of the copper tower, which emerged following the arrival of the grey-pupil youth, subtly aligned with the pattern right above a tower on the wall.
The grey-pupil youth casually tossed his book and adeptly caught it in his armpit.
Swinging the two bells tied to his cloak, he trod into the copper tower.
