"He's been taken in?"
A golden-feathered Maori Ji stood on the clouds looking down, excitement evident in its golden eyes.
Standing beside it were a horse, a sheep, and a monkey.
All four Star Constellations were crowded together in a tiny space, surrounded by bronze pipelines and array patterns.
The area was no more than twenty-seven feet across.
But the exquisite and mysteriously ancient patterns were dense, covering every inch of space and continuously flowing with strange light.
Below the glazed floor lay a highly detailed and intact Miniature World Sand Table, with small characters visible that read Bronze Divine Statue, Candle Dragon Heaven, Bronze Tree Realm, and so on.
The world was round, and at the very center lay a desolate and broken continent, incomplete, with an even more damaged world covered by gray rain curtains below.
Song He and the others were trapped within it.
