At this moment, Ning Fan heard Vivian's panicked voice, "This isn't my doing."
"What isn't your doing... there's a smell of blood."
Ning Fan frowned, surveying the area ahead.
What came into view was a towering mountain, its entire body glowing with a white light,
At the peak of the mountain, a palace-like structure could be vaguely seen.
"That should be the Mount of Light!"
Ning Fan withdrew his gaze, looking around at the scene before him.
This too was a wide, flat square, similar in size and design to the one in front of the Main Hall, with lines etched on the ground that bore some resemblance.
The square also had an arched gate with angelic reliefs standing proudly; Ning Fan was now standing beneath it.
It could be said that this place was a replica of the outside, but the only difference was.
The square before Ning Fan's eyes was nothing like the solemn, holy place outside.
