The thick stone door slowly opened, while the light shone through the seam. Behind the stone door, there was a ruined hall that had apparently experienced a terrible war.
Inside the hall, a vast square with huge pillars of stone stood tall. The earth was covered with deep cracks, and the ground had clearly been reinforced by a spiritual array. Even so, it was now completely destroyed.
In the hall, some bodies were seen flickering with a bright white light. Several of these bodies were skeletons, and even after thousands of years, they still exuded an oppressive aura. Clearly, they had been powerful existences when they were alive.
The whole square was in a tragic state. However, Mu Chen did not care about the tragedy in this dilapidated square, as his eyes were focused at the end of the square. There, on the lotus platform that was carved out of blood jade, a dazzling flower that was as dark as ink sat quietly.
