The eerie fog swirled around, with a faint light flickering between heaven and earth, and a chill emanating from the soul spread in the air.
In front of him stood an enormous structure; the towering walls soared into the clouds, directly rising between heaven and earth. Waves of ghostly mist surged, and in the distance, a massive ancient bridge loomed obscurely within the fog.
If one paid close attention, the bridge would suddenly vanish, as if it were just an illusion.
Yet, when observed unintentionally, it would be found silently suspended there, unmoving.
Senluo Hall!
Zheng Yi immediately recognized it. The tall city gates reached into the clouds, and above the entrance, three large characters emanating with awe-inspiring and terrifying aura were inscribed.
"Senluo Hall? Could it be that the Yellow Springs River is below?!"
