Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wings of light spread!
Liu Yuan was dumbfounded as he looked at the giant puppet. It was difficult to tell what was going on at first, but as it slowly stood up, countless mechanisms rotated and combined-Liu Yuan recognized the lotus-shaped crack that emitted a golden light. It was the garden on the first floor where they took the Puppeteer's diary, and the broken body and limbs were pieced together by the tunnels and secret rooms that extended in all directions.
As for the eight wings, they should be the track chains hidden between the various library rooms in the Sutra library. The bronze metal exuded a dark luster, and the broken chains swayed left and right with the puppet's movements. When they hit other parts, they made clanking sounds.
Because many parts of the palace had been destroyed before, the puppet that stood up looked a little dilapidated, but this incomplete appearance had a strange beauty.