The dizziness from the twisting void had barely subsided when Chen Sheng felt his feet touch solid ground, the instant his soles connected with the earth, his tense heart inexplicably calmed a little.
He steadied himself, and as he raised his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted—before him stood an ancient palace!
The hall was constructed of unknown dark cyan jade stone, each piece about ten feet square, its surface covered in intricate web-like runes that glowed faintly, flickering like breathing light.
Countless ghostly lights intertwined into an invisible net, enveloping the entire palace, even the air seemed to be locked by this net, exuding an inviolable majesty.
"Such a thick aura of history... this palace must have existed for tens of thousands of years, right?"
