This was an incredibly vast place, floating in the void like a suspended continent.
It was circular in shape, and its outer edge was lined with rows of poplar trees.
The poplars swayed in the wind, exuding an ancient and primeval aura.
They seemed to have existed here for countless ages.
Beneath Jiang Chen and the others' feet was a bluestone path marked by the passage of time. Lilacs grew on both sides of the road.
The subtle and elegant fragrance of the lilacs carried a faint sorrow.
Walking along the bluestone path, one couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy, growing quiet and downcast.
'Celestial Burial Demon Mausoleum... just what kind of place is this?'
'Could it be that the heavens themselves are buried here?'
As they walked the bluestone path, Jiang Chen and the others couldn't shake the heavy weight and deep confusion in their hearts.
Gai Shi walked ahead, his steps somewhat heavy.
It was as if each step he took was a difficult decision in itself.
