Chapter 589: Chapter 562: Defender’s Cemetery

The palace is luxurious; at first sight, it’s all resplendent and magnificent, as if everything precious in this world has been employed in its construction.

Qin An stands in the midst of the palace, feeling incredibly small as he looks up.

Even the gateway of this palace is a hundred times larger than that of an ordinary palace.

Moreover, an imposing and terrifying aura continuously emanates from the palace gate, spreading in all directions, making one feel a solemnity in the heart alongside an endless pressure. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Qin An looked around, frowning, wondering to himself, "Why am I the only one here?"

Originally, he was pulled into the palace by a tremendous suction force together with the Mountain Patrol Commanders.

But now, it is empty all around; besides him, not a single person is here.

Qin An feels that, standing in front of this colossal palace, the sense of crisis in his heart is also steadily increasing.

Everything is filled with a strange atmosphere, and he has no clues to search for.

Now it seems, there is no choice but to move forward and try.

With this thought, Qin An lifts his head to look at the incredibly large palace gate.

But just as this idea fell into place, the palace gate suddenly opened.

After the gate opened, a cold wind blew through the gap, sending a chill down Qin An’s spine.

Qin An looked up, through the crack, a long corridor could be seen inside the gate.

The gate opened quite slowly but steadily expanded at a deliberate pace.

When the gate was completely open, Qin An seemed to hear a mysterious voice urging him to enter the palace.

Qin An mused briefly, thinking to himself, "If I don’t go in, just staying outside probably won’t solve anything; I must go in and take a look."

With this thought, Qin An no longer hesitated and stepped into the palace.

Upon entering the palace, the Void Essence within him activated, converting into a terrifying, overwhelming Dharma Power, covering everything surrounding his body.

After stepping into the palace, the solemn and terrifying aura became even thicker.

Fortunately, though the aura was horrifying, Qin An did not encounter any danger.

Qin An lifts his foot and proceeds down the long passage.

Walking into the passage was not all for nothing.

After walking for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he finally saw murals on the walls lining both sides of the passage.

These murals appearing at this moment surely aren’t ordinary paintings; they might record some clues.

He didn’t rush through the long passage but looked around wherever murals appeared.

Subsequently, Qin An discovered that the murals depicted various battle scenes.

On one side were humans, and on the other, various bizarre creatures.

They were neither monsters nor Pseudo-Gods, possessing human bodies but with different features.

For example, some humans had inverted facial features, some had extremely large heads, and others had limbs thicker than their bodies.

As the battle unfolded on each mural, it came into full view before Qin An.

Suddenly, Qin An thought of something, a thought surged within him: "According to what I’ve learned, if this place has attracted those who betrayed the Forbidden Area, then these murals likely depict a war, the war between Defenders and Betrayers."

Though it was just conjecture, with no evidence, Qin An grew more convinced of his hypothesis.

The reason being, from each mural, he felt a very familiar aura.

And this aura was precisely the aura of the Forbidden Area.

"Keep moving forward, I must see what secrets are hidden inside here."

Qin An, holding the Cold Star, didn’t hesitate and continued walking.

The murals on the walls were vividly lifelike, each depicting a brutal war, entirely portraying the harshness and horror of war.

Continuing forward for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, there was a change in the murals.

Qin An frowned slightly.

An inexplicable sadness suddenly grew from the depths of his heart.

This sorrowful aura was precisely triggered by the murals on the walls.

Qin An looked intently.

The murals on both sides turned into portraits of human busts.

The busts were in black and white, each person appearing different, yet all with solemn expressions.

The sadness Qin An felt just now emanated from the murals on the walls.

With every step forward, a large swath of these portraits appeared before him, and the sorrowful aura became even thicker.

Qin An kept walking.

The heaviness in his heart also deepened gradually.

He did not understand why there were so many portraits, but he found many familiar faces among them.

These familiar faces were precisely those depicted in the battlefield murals earlier.

They were dead.

A sudden thought occurred to Qin An’s mind: "They died in that grim war; these are the only traces they left after their deaths."

This thought appeared suddenly, unsupported by any evidence or clues.

Yet, Qin An had this thought.

Qin An shook his head, shaking off these baseless thoughts.

What he needed to find was the anomaly in this place.

At this moment, a massive golden gate had appeared ahead.

The gate was as grand as the palace gate, but this time it was tightly closed, fitting seamlessly at the seams.