Bab 1159: The Second Hall

In the depths of the old hall, there stood a lotus-shaped platform made of dark red jade. The lotus-shaped platform was softly lit and seemed unusually mysterious.

However, Mu Chen's current attentions weren't focused on this extraordinary lotus-shaped platform. Instead, he was staring at the fascinating flowers that were upon to, which were as black as ink.

The flowers were about a dozen hundred feet high, each etched with a pattern that seemed as old as the universe itself. It was as though these flowers had been born out of the existence of the universe, causing them to exude a calm sense of completeness.

However, among these perfect flowers was a broken branch. This ruined the sense of completeness at once.