The giant wall collapsed, and dust settled.
Gu Shen retracted his domain and dusted off his shoulder, then turned back and said softly, "The door is open."
Indeed.
The door is open.
The door has cracked open.
Mu Wanqiu muttered silently in her heart, who is the real maniac here? Judging from the earlier display, Gu Shen seemed more violent than herself.
However, the interior of the corridor remained intact, with the ancient texts and translated spiritual texts well-preserved.
This final corridor stretches about several dozen meters.
Gu Shen said regretfully, "It's a pity these black rocks can't be taken away."
These are precious historical relics.
The identity of the mysterious "translator" is also a major enigma.
If these rocks could be taken out of the Disaster Realm, perhaps some clues could be discovered.
"I've memorized the words left by this 'translator'..." Mu Wanqiu said softly, "Even if these black rocks can't be taken away, it counts as some gain."
