The gates opened slowly on their own.
Revealing the inside, a vast hall shimmered with resplendent golden halos.
The floor and walls of the hall were inlaid with thousands of diamond-shaped golden chips.
Surrounding these chips were numerous golden circuits, and it was these dense, intricate lines that emitted the golden light.
Around the great hall, more than ten meters tall, stood golden statues in silence, each of a different form— they were the figures of heroes from Yi Country's past.
In the center of the golden hall, a white marble square table was placed.
At this moment, Zhou Shi, the one at the very pinnacle of Yi Country, stood in heavy armor beside the long table, his eyes lowered to the large sand table map on its surface, as if pondering something.
On his back, the armor was layered with countless golden wings, quivering slightly like spikes.
The wings' material seemed metallic, yet also flesh-like, extremely wondrous.
