Kyrian crossed the entrance of the enormous circular hall and immediately noticed that the atmosphere had completely changed, as if he had crossed an invisible boundary between two distinct worlds.
Outside, the Heavenly Descent Festival continued in full swing, a cacophony of voices, footsteps, vendors announcing their goods, and groups of cultivators discussing the competitions, forming a constant mass of sounds, a chaotic symphony pulsing with the energy of the crowd.
Inside, however, everything seemed different. The silence was almost solemn, a stillness that seemed to emanate from the very walls, as if the hall were guarding ancient secrets that should not be disturbed by unnecessary noise.
The air was denser, heavier, and charged with the energy of countless spiritual formations.
The circular walls were built from extremely ancient gray stone, marked by countless inscriptions that had lost some of their clarity over the passing years.
