A black palace rises from the sea, embedded deep under the ocean floor, resembling an ancient beast that has always existed.
Baiyu paused in front of the palace, not entering immediately.
He examined the palace closely and noted a style of architecture that exhibited an extreme degree of symmetry, something only a severely obsessive person would create.
This symmetry extended beyond the exterior of the building.
Even the plants on both sides were arranged in a symmetrical fashion.
In the middle stood a pair of grand doors.
Baiyu approached the doors, feeling an intense chill emanating from behind them, which even the thick marble walls couldn't contain.
He stepped closer to the entrance.
With a gentle push, the doors suddenly swung open by themselves.
The sound of the doors opening echoed through the depths, yet not a single drop of seawater entered the tomb.
Beyond the doors.
Lay a dark and deep corridor.
