When Zhao Gang looked up at the situation inside the grand hall, he was stunned.
The hall was like a heavenly palace, appearing incredibly magnificent and enormous.
Inside the hall was a vast, boundless space, with mist swirling above, making it seem like he was truly among the clouds.
Each of the supporting pillars was as thick as ten people could encircle, reaching heights unseen.
Everywhere inside the hall were carvings of golden dragons, divine phoenixes, qilins, and other beasts, vividly depicted and appearing exceptionally splendid and luxurious.
But more importantly, he felt an overwhelming pressure.
It was as if any thoughts slightly unfavorable to the hall's master would result in instant annihilation.
All this pressed on Zhao Gang so much that he didn't dare to breathe loudly, keeping his head down, not daring to look more.
