After entering the Soulstone Temple, Li Qinwu began carefully surveying his surroundings.
The jade-white space was filled with a soft white glow.
There was no visible light source here. It was as if the walls and floor themselves were glowing, illuminating the entire space at a comfortably soothing frequency.
Anyone within the Soulstone Temple could clearly see the walls, the floor, and the murals and statues overhead.
The Eldar possessed tremendous artistic talent, and their artistic styles were highly distinctive.
They liked to use primitive shapes in their art—circles, ovals, and diamonds—layering them together into patterns that stirred peculiar feelings in those who looked upon them.
At that moment, Li Qinwu saw countless murals in vastly different styles surrounding him on all sides.
Even Li Qinwu, a practical-minded graduate from some mediocre college, was drawn in by those murals. He felt as though the artistic bacteria in his body were multiplying.
He activated the recording function of his Power Armor helmet and stored all the surrounding murals in its database, planning to show them to Nightingale when he got back.
As he recorded them, an arched doorway suddenly opened in the Wraithbone wall behind him, and Daal ran in, flustered and panicked.
She truly could not hold on any longer. Four or five possession monsters had spawned outside and were madly chasing her. If she had not run in here, they would have cornered and killed her.
When Li Qinwu turned around and saw the frantic Daal, he immediately burst into mocking laughter.
"Oh my~ I don't know how to open the door~ Oh my~ This is a theater~"
Teased so shamelessly by this human, Daal was both embarrassed and furious, trembling all over.
Li Qinwu extended a hand toward her.
"Hand it over!"
Daal froze for a moment.
"What?"