The ruin was an independent space with many seals, the destination for many Buddhist pilgrims.

“Yun Yang, this is Heartlost Pagoda. It used to be a city that spanned thousands of miles. Alas, nothing is left after the storm ten thousand years ago. People and places destroyed. The end of this golden age signaled the start of a dark era. Ninety-nine percent of all the treasures have been excavated.”

The tenth lord, Lu Fengxian, stood on top of a twin-headed python seven meters in the air. He wore a black robe, looking vigorous and mighty. His eyes, in particular, forced others to lower their head.

Another wore the same outfit with the addition of a black hat walked behind him.

“Hall Lord, this place still isn’t ashes after ten thousand years? There are still so many ruins left with Buddhist affinity.” Yun Yang replied.

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