It was a quintessential alchemy room, with a flowing stream introduced at the entrance, small ventilation windows on all four sides of the roof, and carved figures of four divine beasts perched on the eaves—each exuding the distinct style of the Divine Martial Era.
Master Danding bowed deeply in the direction of this building.
However, even after waiting for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, there was no response.
Master Danding bowed once more, repeating his earlier words, but still received no reply.
His brows furrowed slightly, yet he reassured the group, saying, "Perhaps the venerable Artifact Spirit is resting. Let us wait a while before calling on him again."
"Yes, Master," the group replied unanimously, settling into patient anticipation.
Meanwhile, as everyone waited.
A flying carriage was cutting through the skies outside the ruins' space, weaving through the swirling mists as it soared toward this marine territory.
