Mist Wilderness Pocket World,
A ruin forgotten by the ages sat quietly within the mist, like a lonely island in the river of history, gently embraced by the tides of time.
It was also like a silent old man draped in a thin veil, whispering of past glory and hardship.
The broken walls and shattered ruins around its perimeter told of an endless past. The mottled marks on the stone bricks bore witness to wind and rain, as well as the passage of time.
Standing amid these ruins, every shattered stone and every collapsed beam carried forgotten stories. They flickered in and out of sight within the mist like ghosts of history, while time slowly drew this former splendor back into the earth's embrace, returning everything to silence.
Yet amid the desolation and ruin, a great hall stood miraculously intact, like a dazzling pearl set at the heart of the wreckage.
The hall's walls were built from massive stone blocks. Though they had endured a thousand years of wind and rain, they remained as sturdy as ever. Every stone seemed to contain an unyielding will, together guarding this immortal majesty.
Exquisitely carved magic runes wound across the lintel. Faint rays of light occasionally shone through the window lattices, intertwining with the mist outside to create an atmosphere both real and illusory, making one long to investigate and uncover the secrets hidden behind this hall.
Li Si stood amid the ruins, looking at the hall before him with faint emotion.
The mastermind behind all this had truly gone to great lengths to lure him out.
It was even quite possible that these ruins had been moved here from somewhere else. Otherwise, they would not have looked so real.
The only question was when they planned to make their move.
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