Feng Hua San Shi (46)

As he brushed the sand off himself, Lin Hao Tian inspected the interior of the main hall. Although it was still underground, quite a bit of light filtered through the many gaps in the ceiling. It was still somewhat dim, but at least he could see.

He casually stuffed the staff into the Backpack on his back, drew his saber in his right hand, and cautiously headed toward the center of the main hall. As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Lin Hao Tian began to make out the hall's interior structure.

The entire hall covered roughly three hundred square meters. Eight pillars whose original colors were no longer discernible stood inside, while the floor was paved with marble tiles one meter square. However, the tiles had been badly worn down by the sand covering everything. A Female Statue stood in the center of the hall, but because Lin Hao Tian was positioned behind and to the side of it, he could not see its appearance.

Out of curiosity, Lin Hao Tian walked toward the statue. As he drew closer, he discovered that it had been carved from a single piece of natural jade. It was emerald green throughout, even displaying a semi-translucent quality. The carving was exceptionally exquisite—even the folds in its clothing were perfectly rendered.

Lin Hao Tian slowly circled around to the front of the statue and finally saw its entire form. It depicted a tall, graceful woman with both hands held before her chest in the shape of a lotus. Its face, however, was extremely strange. He could clearly see its features, yet he was unable to describe them. The feeling was simply bizarre.

After staring at the statue for a while, Lin Hao Tian lost interest. He had already been trapped here long enough