This palace seems to compress and contain the entire galaxy, and as far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight.
The top of the palace is inlaid with countless dazzling ancient crystal stones, which shed light all over the sky. It not only reveals the supreme majesty that suppresses eternity, but also permeates a cold and deathly silence that goes deep into the bone marrow.
The source of that cold aura was right in front of Luo Chuan. Four rows of neatly arranged corpses of monks stretched infinitely into the distance along the central axis of the palace, with no end in sight.
Nearly a thousand corpses stood in each row, each of them standing as tall and straight as a pine tree, with blood stains that had turned black and dried in their seven orifices, and their eyes were wide and glaring.
The ferocious violence and murderous intent before death still remained in his pupils, as if he would break out of the deathly silence and attack brazenly in the next moment.
The clothing style of these monks is extremely strange, completely different from any clothing Luo Chuan has ever seen in his life.
The texture of the clothing is like flowing water, glowing with a gentle and soft light under the brilliance of the crystal, as if it is alive, undulating slightly.
Luo Chuan's eyes moved slightly. He was not completely unfamiliar with clothes of this shape.
In the past, when Flash Thunder Clan was collecting Undying Thunder, a broken illusory image flashed in his sea of consciousness.
The clothes worn by the foreign monks who invaded the Flash Thunder Clan realm were exactly the same as those of the corpses in front of them.
What is even more chilling is that above each standing corpse, there is a cluster of light green fire, burning and beating quietly.
The flames did not emit any warmth, and there was only a continuous crackling sound, making the majestic and silent hall appear alternately between light and dark, making it eerie.
"This is the legendary Human Lamp Art."
Luo Chuan put one hand on his back and hovered in the air in the hall. His eyes slowly swept across the mountains of corpses, and he instantly understood the roots of this evil and mysterious technique.
These monks had already lost their souls and their bodies were dead.
The flames burning at this moment were made by blending and refining their own corpse oil with the fragments of their souls. They were shaped by the Supreme Forbidden Law and refined into living lamps that illuminated the hall.
Looking at such tragic and appalling scenes, the cold, deathly atmosphere in the hall seemed to become several times stronger in an instant, penetrating directly into the soul.
Luo Chuan Suppressing the surging shock in his heart, his gaze extended forward along the four rows of corpse formations. At the end of his sight, stood a dark golden stone platform that reached the top of the palace.
The stone platform is made of ancient secret gold rocks, and its surface is engraved with ancient runes mottled by time. There are weak but pure energy fluctuations in the gaps between the runes, and there are eternal secrets hidden inside that are difficult for ordinary people to pry into.
At the highest point of the stone platform, there is a huge throne.
The throne is made of unknown jet-black sacred iron, the armrests are carved into the shape of ferocious beasts with their heads raised, and the back of the chair is inlaid with dozens of fist-sized colorful sacred stones.
The throne has gone through eternity and vicissitudes, but it is still full of brilliance and glory.
But what is shocking is that from the base of the stone platform to the bottom of the throne, there is a huge gap that runs through the top and bottom, and the fracture is as smooth as a mirror.
There remains a fierce sword intent and arrow energy that has not dissipated after all eternity, and the sharp energy pierces the soul.
It seems that in the years that are too far away to be traced, there was a supreme power holding a divine weapon and a strong bow, piercing the air with an arrow and slashing with a sword.
Ignoring all space and restrictions, he went straight to the existence above the throne, leaving this eternal scar on this indestructible stone platform.
At this moment, there was no one on top of the majestic throne, except for an oval-shaped light group, quietly suspended in front of the throne.
The light group emits a warm and soft white halo, without any sharp energy leaking out, but it has a power to soothe the soul and calm the mind, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the biting coldness and eerieness in the hall.
Luo Chuan Turned his eyes slightly, and noticed that in the center of the four rows of corpse formations stood an ancient bronze tripod that was hundreds of feet high.
The body of the tripod is engraved with patterns of mountains, rivers, seas, animals, and birds. The lines are as clear as new ones. Above the mouth of the tripod, wisps of green smoke of sacrificial incense slowly rise.
The blue smoke condensed into a straight white smoke ribbon, soaring upwards, and finally disappeared into the bright crystal stones on the top of the palace, disappearing without a trace.
Luo Chuan was silent for a moment, the spiritual energy around his body quietly circulated, and his body slowly rose into the air.
As the height continued to climb, his field of vision became wider and wider. He gradually crossed the high platform in front and got a glimpse of more scenes of this boundless hall.
Behind the high platform, there is also an ancient giant cauldron that is exactly the same as the one in the center. Around the cauldron, there are also four rows of corpses of monks arranged neatly.
They still maintained the ferocious attitude they had before death, with the light green human lamps above their heads always on, facing the corpse array in front of them, echoing from head to tail.
Extending his sight further into the distance, Luo Chuan suddenly realized that in all directions of this high platform, there were actually identical ancient giant cauldrons guarding them!
Around each giant cauldron, there are countless corpses of monks. Thousands of clusters of pale green flames interweave and shine, making the entire high platform area look like a ghostland, chilling to the bones.
"What kind of shocking war broke out here back then..."
Luo Chuan was in a state of shock. Looking at the endless strange scene in front of him, he took a deep breath for a long time and suppressed the waves in his soul.
He knew extremely well in his heart that everything he saw before his eyes was just the tip of the insignificant iceberg in this vast and boundless ancient palace.
Luo Chuan's eyes suddenly condensed, his right hand suddenly moved forward, and the strong spiritual power in his body exploded, turning into a mighty wind and sweeping through the entire hall.
A strong wind passed by, and the fine mist that filled the hall was instantly blown away.
At the same time, countless bright white light points flew out from his palm, like stars falling all over the sky, covering most of the palace territory.
Through the reflection of the light spots, Luo Chuan finally saw the scene further away clearly, and the moment his sight touched that scene, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The shock in my heart reached its peak again.
Outside the area surrounded by tens of thousands of monk corpses and eight giant cauldrons, eight towering corpse mountains tower into the clouds!
Countless corpses were piled up in dense layers, and the dried and blackened blood had condensed into thick and hard blood scabs on the surface of the mountain, emitting a rich and pungent aura of decay and death.
Each mountain of corpses is hundreds of feet high.
The mountain is covered with broken swords, broken knives, broken spears and other weapons.
Occasionally, you can still see a few corpses that have not yet completely decomposed, but still maintain the attitude of struggling and fighting hard.
It's enough to imagine how brutal the fighting here was back then.
But this is not the whole picture.
Luo Chuan's eyes continued to sweep outwards, and he clenched his fists subconsciously. After crossing the eight shocking mountains of corpses, what came into view was an even more shocking scene.