Tick... Tick...
In the deep underground palace passage, cold water droplets continuously fell onto the stone floor.
Li Yan followed Yuan Feng forward, his gaze occasionally sweeping around.
The further they went, the more the damp cold moisture seeped from the gaps in the floor bricks.
Although Yuan Feng carried a bit of drunkenness, he was extraordinarily cautious, allowing only himself to delve deeper.
The path was heavily guarded, and only after multiple verifications did they finally arrive.
This massive dome-shaped cavern was clearly a remodeling of a natural mountain cave.
The gigantic bell-shaped steam engine prototype had been completely dismantled, with its gear components meticulously sorted and neatly arranged on a nearby ten-meter-long old elm table.
In the center of the cavern, the scene was even more astonishing:
Twelve bare-chested Mo Sect craftsmen stood at the Eight Trigrams positions, using levers to suspend a massive bronze cylinder.
