Ao Hai and the others had long been taken away from the core, their whereabouts unknown.
The vast Starfall Platform was left with only the remnants of energy currents moaning mournfully.
Entering the cave corridor, the temperature plummeted, giving a sense not of cold, but of a penetrating bone-chilling deathly silence.
The rocks beneath were no longer the coarse star remains, but some kind of polished giant black slabs, etched with ancient intricate patterns, which were not static but like blood vessels, faint energy subtly flowing within.
The corridor wound its way downward, bottomless.
On the surrounding rock walls were embedded various giant, glowing treasures.
Each treasure emitted a Dao aura.
"Golden Horn Young Master."
Huang Ya's voice echoed in the confined corridor, hollow and with a peculiar resonance.
