So solemn and sacred.
The withered golden stems and leaves were like a cradle for the petrified body that lay sleeping within, faint traces of thick Dark Matter dripping down, tracing patterns like black flames of curse script that vanished into the void in the blink of an eye.
This place was like a massive altar, where the golden plants exuded a mysterious exotic fragrance, faintly mixed with the rich scent of Dark Matter.
Before the altar, there stood ancient Golden Coffins.
The coffins were empty.
"Medanzo."
Lu Bu'er whispered, "Where is the Art of Immortality?"
His voice echoed through the vast space.
The echo was endless.
