Sea King Palace.
After passing through the astonishing Deep Sea Corridor, the Mystic Masters immediately beheld an immensely spacious circular hall. It stood over thirty meters high and more than a hundred meters in diameter, its surrounding walls carved with one enormous relief after another.
As the group walked through the hall, they looked like a swarm of ants that had accidentally wandered into a land of giants.
Most of the Mystic Masters' gazes drifted toward the massive reliefs around them.
Every relief depicted one of the great battles fought by the Eastern Li War Zone.
Whether it was the various Sea Races, the Warriors fighting bravely, or the ships and War Hawks, everything carved upon the walls looked vividly lifelike.
It was obvious.
These works must have come from the hands of master craftsmen.
One Mystic Master glanced around and muttered softly, "They're all Warriors!"
His words were somewhat vague.
Yet everyone understood what he meant.
The Myriad Heavens Race figures carved into these reliefs were all Warriors. Not a single Mystic Adept or Mystic Master could be seen.
Sima Nanshan turned to look at the speaker and smiled. "The Grand General Overseer once said that every victory in war was bought with the sacrifices of ordinary Warriors."
The commander paused, emphasizing his next words. "They are the true and deserving protagonists."
Other than that.
No one spoke again.
After all, everyone knew that the Grand General Overseer had always sought to elevate the status of Warriors. What was strange about having only Warriors on the relief murals? Besides.
Wasn't the Grand General Overseer absent from the reliefs as well? Meanwhile, the Tall Mystic Master's attention was focused on the floor of the hall.
Before his eyes.
The floor was not neatly paved with tiles like the Deep Sea