North!
It's the north wind!
To the north, there's clearly a high wall!
The oil lamp extinguished, and a trail of smoke rose.
Corpses, darkness, the sudden strange wind...
Little Shen Dragon was scared at heart, shrinking his head and hurriedly wrapping around Long Eying's little arm: "Sister Eying..."
Long Eying had no time to comfort Little Shen Dragon; all her attention was on Liang Qu, tightly holding his hand, checking his pulse.
...
"Am I in the Ze Cauldron?"
Liang Qu staggered and climbed up from the ground, looking around, extremely familiar with this place.
Ze Cauldron!
A thin layer of blue water was beneath his feet.
The space was immensely vast, like an ant crawling into the Imperial City.
In the endless distance, the bronze walls touched the sky, countless patterns engraved upon them, among which the River Lord Emperor was the most familiar.
He walked around.
Ripples undulated in countless circles.
After his death, he actually came inside the Ze Cauldron?
