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The grand doors opened slowly before Su Heng, as gusts of wind tumbled and white mist surged.
But the sight that revealed itself inside was not reminiscent of a chilly tomb; rather, it resembled a vast square.
Under his feet lay a floor of thick, dark bluestone slabs, upon which stood rows of towering guards.
Each of these warriors was over three meters tall, appearing to be molded from clay, yet every detail on them was vividly lifelike.
They stood in formation, emanating a terrifying presence as unyielding as mountains.
Su Heng stepped forward onto the square.
Above the dome was not a ceiling but a mass of heavy, roiling amber mist, from which light was radiating outwards.
Giant dragon pillars and shadow walls stood on either side of the square, all carved from precious white marble.
The end of the square featured rising steps, atop which sat a splendid vermilion palace.
Su Heng stopped in his tracks.
His gaze inevitably fell upon the shadow walls.