The harsh and cold Cultivation Room was built from gray and white concrete bricks, and at its core was enveloped a golden hall with a strikingly different style. Bologue imagined a sacred presence to reside here, but what presented before him was merely an indescribable bizarre creature.
The surrounding darkness wasn't true darkness; it resembled more a pitch-black mist, filling this vast space. No matter how many light spots emerged from the deep well reaching the ground, they could only linger at the well's edge, unable to penetrate the darkness.
Therefore, no matter how intently Bologue observed, he could never grasp the full appearance of this enormous creature.
Nesanel watched Bologue's reaction with admiration for his composure, knowing that when he first witnessed this monster, he nearly engaged in a fierce battle with it.
Indeed, many years later, Nesanel did stir up quite a commotion here.
The memories were not pleasant; they flashed through Nesanel's mind.
