Jiang Shi turned his head to look.
He saw that the originally vast and endless blood-colored magma had already become thin under his fierce devouring, no longer as dense and solid as before.
As the blood-colored magma thinned, it immediately exposed the things that had been hidden beneath it.
He saw rows upon rows of stone pillars standing tall, unusually thick, with figures sitting on them, their bodies withered, eyes closed, showing no signs of life.
These figures had been dead for countless years, yet their faces still appeared vivid and lifelike.
Some of the figures even exuded a faint aura of pressure.
"These were once the wise ancestors of my Yama Race."
Zhao Houcai sighed softly and said, "Unfortunately, during the reckoning of the past, they were all left here forever."
Beside him, Zhao Feiyan and Shangguan Yun fell silent, a faint sorrow enveloping their hearts, indescribable, with an illusion of tears welling up.
