Behind the magnificent Hua Gate is an even more grand hall.
Zheng Qing looked around, holding his breath.
This is a colossal hall.
It was hard to describe with specific concepts; Zheng Qing could only feel that this hall was enormous.
There were no structures in the center of the hall, leaving it vast and open.
The iron-grey floor looked sturdy and beautiful, giving people a sense of assurance. Intersecting silver lines were embedded across the floor, occasionally decorated with hollowed-out characters, forming a magnificent and mysterious pattern.
This pattern looked like a magical formation, which Zheng Qing scrutinized carefully.
Above the hall, it was black, like the lonely night sky. Large balls of light floated leisurely along mysterious trajectories, casting a gentle starlight over the hall. Interspersed with the ethereal music that seemed to come from nowhere, it accentuated the transcendental aura of this place.
