The chamber was dead silent, and heavy breaths were heard throughout the chamber. At the center of the hall stood a high altar, oozing an eerie, malicious aura. One of the cultivators present swallowed hard.
"W-What is that? It is giving off such an evil aura," he whispered. Hearing his words, the other present cultivators nodded.
There were several cultivators standing in the back, and in front of them stood a stunning woman. Her face was delicate with smooth, porcelain skin. She had large, luminous blue eyes.
Her long, silver-white hair cascaded down her waist. A few loose strands attached to her face due to sweat, adding to her effortless elegance. Her figure was curvaceous and well-defined.
She calmly swept her gaze throughout the chamber, landing on the altar. There, on top of it, floated a strange bracelet. It had an unrecognizable sigil on its surface.
