In front of his eyes was a scene alarming enough to make one's heart race, even for someone accustomed to riding griffins across the sky like him.
The closed Blood Nest opened up at the end of the broken tunnel, but what appeared in his view wasn't the "outdoor" in the normal sense.
Instead, it was a vast, endlessly colorful and empty space.
Above, there was no visible ceiling; below, there was no visible floor—boundless and infinite.
Countless fragments of ancient buildings, palace steps, giant stone floors, and columns quietly floated chaotically in this multicolored, flickering, twisted space.
Looking up, the largest independent building island crookedly suspended at the front of this bottomless space, just that the original pathway connecting here had long drifted elsewhere.
One could see that it hadn't been eroded by flesh, and could still maintain the exquisite and peculiar ancient palace architectural form of the past.
