Faint traces of murals appeared on the walls on both sides. The surrounding environment grew pitch black, making it difficult to make out the paintings.
Li Pingyi had no choice but to cast a light spell. By its glow, he could barely discern the traces of the murals; though most were unrecognizable, one could still perceive how exquisite they must have once been.
Soon, the murals began to fade away, leaving ahead a narrow corridor that could barely accommodate a single person.
Chapter 37