The Truth of the Dream Shell Tribe

Bai Yang hesitated no longer and flew straight into the palace.

Following the robots' directions, he made his way through the halls until he finally reached the stone stele.

It stood in the largest hall at the very back of the palace, more than fifty meters tall and over ten meters wide.

Its surface was densely covered in writing. Though it had endured who knew how many years, the characters still appeared vigorous and powerful.

Starting from the top of the stele, Bai Yang read downward bit by bit.

Behind him, after countless robots had finished their respective tasks, more and more of them gathered here, yet none dared make a sound.