The Emerald Tomb, the Holy Land of the Watcher, gave Li Wenyuan a strange feeling.
This kind of feeling was quite idealistic, so much so that he had to look at a few more scientific and technological drawings filled with a materialistic atmosphere before he could drive out this strange feeling.
Looking from space, the green made up a large proportion of the area. Even the ocean could hardly be seen. Even the ice sheets that should cover the north and south poles due to the temperature were also replaced by green.
Just like its name, it was filled with emerald color.
"Then, how did its 'tomb' come about?" Li Wenyuan pondered as he looked at the planet, thinking about the information he had read before.
The research on the origin of the name Emerald Tomb had been drowned out in the ocean of history. It seemed that it had been called Emerald Tomb from the beginning, but no one knew who gave it the name.
