The endless passage stretched beyond sight, with murals on the stone walls looping continuously.
Each pattern represented a former grandeur and the vaguely discernible geography of those times.
As you keep looking, the sense of historical grandeur rushes towards you.
It's hard to imagine the immense scale of this project, just carving these murals alone would require an unimaginable amount of time.
It was a downhill path, and it wasn't until the Bai Family felt nearly at the bottom of the mountain that they saw a platform ahead.
The surrounding temperature dropped significantly, possibly due to ice layers on the surface, trapping cold air in the narrow space.
Even with the presence of ice layers, the corrupting stench still assaulted the senses, and the air was difficult to circulate.
Upon reaching the lowest platform, an ancient, traditional wall came into view.
The group walked over, and there were paths leading to both sides.
