"In that case…"
As Su Zhou frowned, a vivid image formed in his mind: an Era had come to an end, and a creeping Gray Mist began to shroud a world that had completely transformed into a Netherworld. Scarcely a living thing remained. Then, the Eras shifted, and a new world was born from the chaotic mist. In turn, this Gray Mist would give birth to creatures suited to the New Era's Attributes before finally dissipating…
'Coupled with the accompanying "Netherworld Maze," which records the civilizations and even the ecosystems of each Era… the true nature of this world's cyclical Eras… the Silent Lord's incarnation in this world…'
Burying his doubts, Su Zhou stopped looking at the reliefs along the path and headed straight for the center of the Divine Hall.
