Don't look at Immortals directly.

The originally quiet and reverent Hall suddenly fell into a strange madness.

The face of the statue at the top was shrouded in the thick smoke of incense and could not be seen clearly. It seemed to be mocking and indifferent ...

The sky outside the hall was cloudy, and several ginkgo trees were like a canopy. When the wind blew, the branches and leaves danced, and it was quiet and peaceful.

Deep sea.

Zongkui yueji frowned deeply. Before he entered the desert of eternal night, he had already read up on a lot of information in the Empire.

But after all, this was his first time entering the dream of the fallen immortal. He did not expect that just responding to a prayer would cause such a huge change.

After pondering for a while, the final sunflower turned to another prayer that was still pleading in his ear.

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Underground.

Dark, obscure, heavy, gloomy ...