On the left side, there is a row of snow-white buildings towering up to a kilometer high, with countless round holes on them that seem to be windows.
In the blank spaces, there are carvings of patterns and sharp lines.
On the right side, there is a row of equally towering white spires. Compared to the left side, the spires here are densely aligned and slightly taller, casting shadows that partially cover the plaza.
Most astonishingly, the materials forming these buildings, whether the walls or the ground, are slowly flowing and changing like water.
There is never a moment where they are not moving.
"Is this the Sword Hall?"
Lin Xin was slightly dazed.
The enormous plaza, stretching over a kilometer in both length and width, was completely empty.
Looking into the windows of the buildings on both sides, there was no sign of any living beings.
Above his head, the sky was still white with clouds, extending to an endless horizon with no end in sight.
