The hall was vast and extremely spacious, with the walls all around constructed from massive green stones, radiating an aura of ancient and weathered years.
The entire hall was unusually quiet, devoid of a shred of life vitality.
Etched into the domed ceiling of the hall were numerous luminous pearls, shedding gentle rays, bathing the entire hall in light akin to daylight.
In the middle of the grand hall, lay a gigantic table. On the table were ten hand-sized marble boxes, engraved with a myriad of inscriptions. These inscriptions were mysterious and intricate, from which Chu Mo sensed a very strong spatial fluctuation.
He remembered what the Realm Spirit had said about the token the rooster had given him.
"Could these be the ten sets of immortal-grade Foundation Establishment materials? Are these boxes storage spaces?" Chu Mo frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes as he walked towards the table.