Perhaps Zhou Yitang noticed something, or maybe she had foreseen it. If possible, Chen Yi would rather appear in person to ask.
Crack.
A strange sound echoed, causing everyone to halt. The person who stepped on something paused, looking down to find debris.
The light from the torch shone over.
Large shadows receded like a tide, their outlines rising and falling sharply. Collapsed statues scattered all around, partially buried into the ground, the earth seemingly sunken, statues cracked, walls leaning, resembling not so much a ruin but rather a desolate graveyard of idols.
Everyone stood frozen in place.
The flickering torchlight swept over the broken walls, revealing the ground covered in shattered statues, their shapes bizarre, akin to countless overturned clay bowls embedded in the earth, the gaps moist with moss, an aura of desolation spread, as if whispering untold stories.
"Are these... the wild god rituals?" someone voiced.
