It wasn't until reaching the central area that the monotonous surroundings began to change.
There stood a stepped high tower constructed from orderly black boulders, with a wide base, requiring at least a thousand steps to circumnavigate.
Upwards, it tapered layer by layer, with so many tiers that one couldn't count them at a glance, piercing through the dark glow of the dome above, its top obscured by interlacing light and shadow, unclear to the eye.
"A tower? Why is there a tower here?"
Su Qingdai looked up at the tower and murmured.
Zhiwei, holding the Canchen Sword, suddenly spoke:
"Look at the floor tiles underfoot..."
The group lowered their heads to look.
When they first arrived, the tiles depicted mountains, rivers, and giant beasts, but now the patterns had shifted to bloody and terrifying scenes of beast combat.
Some beasts had multiple heads, gnashing at their kin;
Others were pierced by thick chains through their collarbones, nailed to the tower.
