The ancient hall seemed to be trapped in eternal silence.
Millennia of undisturbed dust floated freely in the space like faint mist, shrouding the mysterious history of the hall.
Ning Feiyan's fingertips gently traced the textures engraved in the mural; at the center of the second painting, the Heluo seemed to awaken. Under her touch, golden hues ignited inch by inch like flames, brilliantly blazing like fire waves, engulfing the River Map in a sweeping inferno.
Countless golden flames burst forth from the mural, a grand spectacle as vast as the heavens, extraordinarily sacred and beautiful.
Above the dome, there wasn't any architecture obscuring the view, creating a broad and magnificent celestial dome. The origins of this dome were unknown, lit by the golden flames into a vast cosmic expanse, ever-changing, at one moment the Star River dazzled, and at another, the cosmos turned desolate.
