At the end of the staircase, an ancient palace spread out into view, like a ruin at the bottom of the sea. This palace, however, was buried beneath the seafloor, and the stairs led to it through a dark passage.
Warriors from the various tribes stood guard at the entrance, watching as the chosen geniuses from their respective tribes crossed the boundary before the main hall, melting into an invisible membrane as if stepping into water.
The thirty-six tribal geniuses filed in, led by Hill, the Chosen One from the North Snow Tribe, and Gold, the Chosen One from the West Ice Tribe.
Jiang Qiu glanced at Gold, but Gold ignored him, walking silently toward the depths of the hall. Fan paid neither of them any mind, quietly taking his place and following behind one of the groups.
The hall was submerged, yet there was no sense of suffocation. Jiang Qiu followed the others to the center of the hall, where he suddenly noticed a solid Square Stele inscribed with thirty-six names.
