"This place is no longer beneath the deep sea; the spiritual power in the space isn't abundant, and the atmosphere is quite ancient and oppressive."
"I've now entered the secret realm..."
Upon arriving in this space, Zheng Yi felt an indescribable oppression.
This area should be attached to a small space beneath the sea depths, and the air circulating carries a hint of humid spiritual power, though weak and chaotic, existing for who knows how long.
It is a breath from ancient times.
Zheng Yi casually waved his hand, and a point of light quickly rose, directly soaring to the top, instantly illuminating the area with bright clarity.
What caught his eye was a vast ruin, on which lay various collapsed buildings, various destroyed towers, all emitting an ancient aura, with chaotic stone walls and broken remnants, all telling the tale of what once happened here.
