Crack...
This was a desolate courtyard littered with rubble. The crumbling walls could no longer form a continuous enclosure, but the gray stone tower within remained intact, though it too bore the scars of ancient decay and damage.
Chu Liang and his group cautiously stepped into the courtyard, their faces full of vigilance.
Within Thousand Towers Valley, such a plain, unadorned tower was instead highly abnormal. Every pavilion they had approached before had spawned illusions of the dead, yet this place simply stood in silent ruin.
"Could it be that no living beings were here when the Divine Ruins fell?" Venerable Azure Dragon guessed. "So even after it crashed down, there were no dead souls here."
"That's possible." Caiyi nodded.
The three big shots walked in front while Chu Liang silently followed behind, surveying the surroundings.
This tower truly did not look like a residence. It had eight stories and eight sides, with copper bells hanging from the eaves, rusted shut long ago. Looking through the doorway, there were no decorations inside—only bare stone walls. Square niches had been carved into all four walls, and within them lay fragments of overturned jars and urns.
"It looks like a pagoda used by the Buddhist sect for sacrifices," Azure Dragon added. "The remains of great masters or relics would have been placed inside."
All four entered the tower, and nothing sudden happened. It seemed there truly was no danger, so they boldly continued onward. At the end of the corridor was another door, through which they could leave. But when they passed through the rear door, the sight before them was somewhat horrifying.
The ground here was densely covered with corpses.
Judging from the degree of decay, these corpses did not seem to date back to antiquity. Some clothing had yet to