Amid hurried footsteps.
Void Palace was vast and boundless. Aside from the ceiling overhead, the walls on either side shifted from near to far, making it feel more like they were walking through an enormously wide passageway than a palace.
"The second token." Song Danhao withdrew his hand from the wall before him.
The pitch-black, hard wall was no different from the surrounding walls.
Yet as his hand came out, the wall rippled like water.
"Let's go. Keep moving forward."
He took a deep breath.
"This is the second one. We still need two more before we can pass the Snowman King's trial and enter the innermost area."
"This was also in your memories from reincarnation?" Xu Ling asked in surprise.
"Yes."
Song Danhao nodded.
"Follow me. I remember this place a little."
He strolled onward, heading deeper inside.
A thin layer of ice covered the palace floor, while icicles gradually began to hang from the stone ceiling a hundred meters overhead.
The others felt their scalps tingle faintly. Song Danhao held a torch in one hand and walked in front, Xu Ling was second, and Gongshang Baiyu was third.
Lin Yaoyang brought up the rear.
Each of the four had thoughts of their own. What exactly was Song Danhao's background? Why were so many sects after him?
And why was he so familiar with such an extremely dangerous ruin?
Questions surfaced one after another. At this point, they could no longer deliberately ignore them as they had before.
They proceeded quietly. Then, a huge fleshy lump resembling an octopus suddenly emerged from the ground ahead.
The brownish-gray lump was like a small hill rising from the floor, slowly bulging into an octopus head.
This enormous octopus had six eyes, like six blood caves punched open in the darkness, hideously