It was rather careless of Jiang Chen to not consider this, otherwise, he might not have entered the great hall at all.
...
The great hall was vast and empty, with only twelve thick pillars standing in the center. Beyond that, there was nothing else.
After Jiang Chen entered the great hall, he glanced around and, apart from the twelve pillars, he did not see Xing Tian's figure.
"Damn it!"
The moment he saw the twelve pillars, Jiang Chen realized something was amiss; he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have.
The twelve pillars were extremely ancient, all hewn from stone, and exhibited a purplish-gold hue. Their surfaces were etched with many rough patterns that seemed to narrate something, but due to their crude simplicity, it was difficult to discern their intended meaning.
"Mount Buzhou core fragments!"
