The King of Yin Land opens his eyes, and instantly, light appears within the dark Great Hall, casting its glow upon the scene inside.
This is an ancient Great Hall that is both rugged and colossal, with dark and robust fern-like plants crawling across the entire floor, dense and layered.
A sudden gust of wind arises, blowing the sporadic leaves to one side, revealing beneath them numerous skeletons that have either turned completely white or corpses yet to decompose.
These remains are varied in posture, with some twisted and grim, seemingly having endured immense agony before death; while others bear smiles, etched into their dried and weathered skin, looking exceptionally chilling.
And those black fern-like plants thriving on the ground, eight or nine out of ten take root atop the scattered corpses.
The more tragic the death of the corpses, the better the fern-like plants grow.
"Interesting, interesting."
"So three flames of fruit have been extinguished."
