In the golden hall, the silence was so profound that even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.
Lin Chuqiao slowly looked around, her eyes filled with undeniable shock.
Hundreds of stone pillars, with a circumference that two people could barely wrap around, rose from the ground, piercing the arching dome dozens of meters high, supporting a space of unparalleled grandeur.
Sunlight filtered through intricately decorated stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic shadows within the hall.
As her gaze slowly shifted, these light and shadows seemed to come alive, like a flowing river of light.
This place resembled a sacred and solemn religious sanctuary, yet exuded an aura of royal majesty that naturally evoked awe.
Even though she was born into a noble family, accustomed to luxury and magnificence, the sight before her still exceeded Lin Chuqiao's realm of understanding.
She tentatively stretched out her hand, gently touching one of the stone pillars beside her.
