Lin Xuan stared ahead with a face full of shock, his eyes filled with amazement.
Before him was a ruined building, split in half from the middle with an even cut as if it had been sliced open by a sharp blade.
And the pillars of that palace were built from a stack of skulls, which was quite horrifying.
Lin Xuan was shocked in his heart; he slowly descended and arrived above the building.
A chill seemed to come from it, making one's entire body uncomfortable.
Shen Jingqiu also descended and entered alongside Lin Xuan.
Inside were dozens of white skeletal corpses, lying on the ground, as if the surrounding water had no effect on them.
Among these corpses, one stood proudly, its flesh still remaining, as if it were a living person.
However, its head was missing.
There was only a headless corpse standing there.
"Could it be that the pillars outside are constructed from the heads of these individuals?" Lin Xuan gasped.