Inside the grand hall of immeasurable size.
Eight light orbs hovered in mid-air within the hall.
The five people below were each sending out waves of True Qi, striking at those light orbs.
"Yiren, should we make a move?"
Chen Mo transmitted to Zuoqiu Yiren.
Seeing that Zuoqiu Yiren didn't respond, Chen Mo turned his head to look and found her gaze fixed on the end of the hall, where there was a stone chair, akin to a throne.
On the throne sat a figure draped in a gray robe, but under the robe, there were skeletal remains.
Clearly long deceased, only a skeletal frame remained.
Above the skeletal frame, there was a light circle like a mirror, with a diameter of ten feet, emitting a soft glow and ripples.
However, reaching there was not so easy.
Because about thirty feet in front of the throne, several golden runes floated in the air.
"Array." Chen Mo's pupils slightly contracted.
