Mo Hua pondered for a moment, with a faint guess in his heart.
This hall should be the true... Dragon King Hall.
Because it enshrines the "Dragon King," it needs to be built tall, wide, majestic, and solemn.
"But what about the things inside? Have they all been destroyed?"
Mo Hua frowned.
This Evil God truly is squandering treasures, a perfectly good Dragon King Hall, ruined beyond recognition.
More importantly, nothing was left for himself...
Unwilling, Mo Hua walked around the hall, still finding nothing, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a trace of a divine soul wave, ancient and with a faint "sacred" meaning.
He was startled in his heart and quickly turned his head to look.
The source of the divine soul wave was an inconspicuous little corner of the hall, empty, seemingly with nothing there.
Mo Hua's brows furrowed even tighter.
He walked slowly towards that corner.
