Stepping over the threshold into the grand hall's interior revealed a space woven from deathly silence and oppressive force, filled with dust and shadows.
The air was heavy, damp, cold, and possessed an aura of utmost tranquility.
Faint, deep sounds occasionally reached his ears, like whispers from the abyss pressing into one's very soul.
As his eyes gradually grew accustomed to the dim light, he could faintly make out disorderly footprints on the vast floor.
It seemed that at some point, living creatures had lingered here. However, "his" emotions appeared rather unstable.
Qi Xiu's pupils trembled slightly as he gazed at the wide footprints stretching for tens of meters before him. It was hard to imagine what terrifying behemoth had made them.
The one who could guard vicious dragons must surely be an existence even more fearsome than the dragons themselves...
