There was a massive stone hall hanging in the air. If one stood in the air and looked backward, they could see that this building was filled with a desolate atmosphere, like it was broken long ago. Many places were in ruins.
A large portion was hidden in layers of five-colored light, it would cause people to be unable to see the shape of it.
Even using his spiritual sense to feel, he didn't get anything. This space was actually split into pieces by a gigantic spiritual formation.
In front of the doors, there were hundreds of people gathered, they were split into groups of ten, each occupying a corner.
The moment he arrived here, Zong Shou could feel that the Lightning Winged Flood Dragon hiding on his hand gave out a low roar, it was like it wanted to fly up into the air.
Zong Yuan's thoughts were running at this point, "This is one of the ancient dragon halls?"