The normal ground consisting of loose soil under a layer of ash ended a few meters away from where they stood. From there, large obsidian slabs covered the ground like bricks, forming a gigantic platform.
The slabs were square-shaped, each of them a dozen meters wide. Every inch of their surface was covered in tiny carvings, much like the walls of the stadium.
The mosaic-style carvings exuded a faint purple radiance, lighting up the platform in an otherworldly glow. The mystery of the purple light in the depths of this region was finally resolved.
The army of cultivators and corpses came to a stop at the edge of this new challenge area. Hushed conversations began to spread among the living, contemplating the possibilities.
Han Xuhan's voice suddenly rang out loudly in the midst of the noise.
"And this, my slaves, is where you people start making yourselves useful. Why don't you all step ahead, and tell us what you can glean from the texts on those slabs?"
