Entering the Daxia Ruins, Song Yun's first feeling was one of antiquity.
Perhaps this place was once bustling with many things, a scene of prosperity, but now only crumbling walls and columns remain.
What lies before him is clearly overgrown with wild grass, yet Song Yun indeed has a feeling that the place exudes an ancient aura, an aura of inheritance.
He even feels the presence of a powerful force.
The people who once lived here must have been extraordinarily powerful, and even after all these years, remnants of their aura still linger.
"This place is extraordinary."
Song Yun couldn't help but exclaim, urging the giant wolf beneath him forward, following the dense footprints on the ground.
The other seven members of the Nine Stars, along with Lang Xiaoran, followed twenty meters behind him.
The size of the Daxia Ruins remains unknown.
They walked for half an hour without any discoveries.
Just as Song Yun was starting to feel puzzled, he suddenly heard voices ahead.
