In the void, a white mist drifted and loomed, it was elusive and unpredictable.
Amidst the ever-oscillating mist, an ancient and imposing hall towered from the ground. Half-hidden and half-visible, it resembled a behemoth from the primordial era, bowing to choose its prey, its majesty was inviolable.
"Hall of Nothingness? What does it mean?" Zhang Xian walked in front of the hall, gazing upward at a plaque above the gate.
On first glance, there seemed nothing unusual about the plaque. As he stepped closer, however, he felt an unknown pressure washing over him, stirring in him an urge to kneel in worship.
"Roar…"
Suddenly, Xiao Huo squirmed in Mo Shaoyun's arms, voicing a dissatisfied roar.
"Ah..."
The prostrating figure of Mo Shaoyun suddenly jolted, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes. "What... What does that mean? Why did I feel an urge to kneel just now?"
