"Meng Die, no matter what troubles you have, I will bring you back to my side."
Lin Mo's gaze fell into the distance, towards the center of the Realm of Relics, his eyes shimmering with a determined light, then he transformed into a black wind and swiftly swept away.
In the Realm of Relics, shadows flitted all around, occasionally accompanied by cheers, clearly indicating the discovery of exciting treasures.
In some places, there were intense energy fluctuations, likely due to fierce battles over treasures.
At the center of the Realm of Relics, a grand and vast square unfolded before everyone's eyes, the square was polygonal, its ground paved with a special kind of slate, and its area exceeding a hundred thousand square meters.
The ground was etched with lines, several feet deep and half a foot wide, resembling sword cuts. Each line was straight, forming an extremely complex and ancient pattern, densely covering the entire square ground.
