The shattered stone beams, the tilted bronze pillars, and the ancient, majestic megalithic palaces had mostly collapsed. The cracked stone steps progressed layer upon layer, as if they led straight to the heavens. In the darkness, a massive altar loomed, with broken and eerie sculptures swaying precariously.
The wide roads crisscrossed in all directions, and an enormous stone bell was suspended in midair, trembling faintly in the sound of the wind.
This place resembled a city in ruins, but it was clearly not built for humans.
It was almost unimaginable what kind of craftsmanship could isolate seawater at such depths and construct a city of this magnitude beneath the ocean.
Gu Jianlin treaded on the heap of rubble and could even feel the flow of wind here.
Oxygen and wind existed here. How peculiar.
