This is a dark and deep space, and in the center, there is a peak of 10,000 people. The peaks are all dark, and clouds of black mist linger around the peaks, exuding palpitating fluctuations. If you look closely, you can see that it is covered with gilded ancient words, which have lost their luster under the erosion of time and the black mist.

There is also a space in the interior of the mountain, and a stone platform no more than ten zhang in size is suspended in the center. A stone pillar stands in the center of the stone platform, and on the four sides of the stone platform, an oil lamp is placed in each place, and there is not much oil left in it, and the flame on the wick is becoming more and more fragile, shivering under the cold environment and the fog wind when the black fog blows, but it is still not extinguished.

Suddenly, those floating black mist had quietly condensed somewhere in the space, turning into a beam of pitch-black light, and suddenly burst towards the stone pillar on the stone platform.

In an instant, the light approached the stone pillar. Suddenly, the flames on the four oil lamps lit up, as if they were restrained, the speed of the light weakened in an instant, and the next second, the words on the stone wall suddenly lit up, condensing a golden light as thin as silver threads, like a torrential rain towards the pitch-black shooting, only to hear a slight sound, the pitch-black light, has been extinguished, dispersed into black fog again, with insidious and unwilling, infiltrated into the stone wall. It didn't disperse for a long time, but it turned into a line of words on the stone wall:

When the last drop of lamp oil runs out of the Ancient Emperor, what will you have left, living beings?