Our journey through the forsaken city continued, our hearts pounding with both fear and anticipation. We knew we had to keep moving, searching for a way out of this treacherous place.
The battles between the Nascent Soul cultivators and the guardian Spiritual Beasts raged on, creating a chaotic symphony of clashing energies and deafening roars. It was a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner.
As we turned a corner, we stumbled upon a desolate square. In its center stood an ancient, crumbling monument, its purpose shrouded in mystery. Ma Chen approached it cautiously, examining the engravings that covered its surface.
"These symbols," Ma Chen muttered, "they seem to tell a story. A story of this city and its connection to the floating island."
Wan Quan joined him, his eyes narrowing as he studied the inscriptions. "It appears this city was once a thriving hub of knowledge and power. But something went terribly wrong."
