Entering the main altar of the White Socks Sect, they were greeted by a massive circular hall.
The ceiling of the hall was open, allowing a view of the bright sky, giving the entire structure a grand and spacious feel.
The seating in the hall circled around the central open space, reminiscent of a colosseum at first glance.
This was indeed a colosseum.
The bodies of White Socks Sect members lay scattered to the side, incomplete, some burned to the point where their bones were charred black.
Yet, you wouldn't necessarily feel it was overly gruesome or brutal, because the silver light on the walls combined with the daylight from above imparted a sense of sanctity.
How to describe this feeling?
In Duan Yun's words, it felt like accidentally stumbling into heaven.
The colors and atmosphere of heaven.
