At the moment when Xue Ying entered, he felt space warping in front before everything turned dark.
'This is?' Xue Ying was now within a dark ancient palace hall. This palace hall wasn't too big–about 100 meters in diameter. The dark gray hall doors were closed.
There was a mild fragrance permeating through the entire palace hall.
'Is this the third level of the treasure cove?' Xue Ying looked around him. This palace hall seemed ordinary. It was empty, with only a few decorations within. For instance, some items were hanging by the hall wall, and there was a throne located at the frontmost section. Behind the throne, there was a huge sculpture hanging on the wall. This sculpture had the shape of a dark cloud.
The dark cloud might be sculpted, but it felt akin to covering the entire hall, with an unseen suppression enveloping this place.
'Where are the treasures?'
