The sky was gloomy, the clouds above densely layered, and deep within the clouds, strange and inexplicable roars were occasionally heard.
The surrounding air was hot and oppressive, countless eerie whispers incessantly infiltrated the mind, causing an increasing sense of oppression and anxiety.
The ground was as white as snow, appearing smooth and delicate, but rather than some kind of jade, it seemed like some kind of bone material.
Zhao Sheng looked eastward, his eyes suddenly revealing a trace of astonishment.
Only because, five or six miles away, a large hole suddenly broke through the cloud layer in the sky, with starlight shining through the opening, completely enveloping the dilapidated workshop below.
From afar, it seemed like a thick beam of light towering between heaven and earth, with the Nameless workshop right inside the beam.
From afar, the workshop appeared peaceful, with many figures moving in and out.
