Sether had never seen such a strange internal structure, and he stood hesitantly, but within two seconds, he immediately strode onto the platform.

When his feet stepped on the black golden sand marble countertop, he realized that this seemed to be a ball hall that had not been used for a long time. The surprisingly tall dome is topped with dozens of huge chandeliers, surrounded by walls covered with reliefs of flowers, birds, and figures, surrounded by high tables, armchairs, and tall, airtight cabinets. The whole hall is more than twice the size of an ordinary ballroom.

There seemed to be no window here, but it was surprisingly cold, and Sether was already sweating from the long hours of rapid running, but when he first came here, he couldn't help but shiver strongly. The temperature here is much cooler than the previous layer, as if they were two very different seasons.

Sether walked cautiously through the huge, cold hall of the wilderness, looking around. He seemed to be alone at the moment, but he always felt that the gaze of a hidden place was following his every move all the time, like a hyena watching the whereabouts of a lion.

The pupilless white eye sockets carved into the faces of the figures on the walls seemed to be suddenly endowed with a strange vitality because of his arrival, and Sether was under the shroud and focus of countless gazes that seemed to be empty but were actually everywhere, and his soul felt great unease and doubt.

Something is wrong here.

A flash of thought struck his otherwise mushy brain, and Sether gasped.

He's not the only one in this weird ballroom!

Sether rubbed his eyes, his vision seemed to suddenly brighten, and the great mystery that shrouded the ballroom was erased by an invisible hand, and he saw countless servants shuttling back and forth here, noble maidens and handsome knights in silk and satin, holding hands and dancing a lively and vivid waltz.

Laughter, applause, cheers, and cheers almost deafened everyone's eardrums, and they danced in a cheerful rhythm, spun in circles, and laughed indulgently, and the huge skirts of their skirts surrounded Sesher like flowers in full bloom, and dazzled him.

But at this moment, there was a heart-rending scream, and a beautiful girl fell down in the crowd, and Sesher hurriedly ran through the crowd, only to see the girl fall to the ground with a pale face, with two bright red holes in her white and tender neck, and the purple-black around the hole, which was completely the same color as the girl's lips.

The girl gasped with difficulty, and a teenager knelt beside her and yelled at her, and Sether could tell that this was the official word of the Golden City, the capital of Jalal, which meant that if she was supported, he would definitely find a way to save her.

But anyone could see that the girl was hopeless at all, and sure enough, within two minutes, she died in the boy's arms, and her originally young and beautiful cheeks showed a terrible death look of iron blue. The boy tugged at his hair in pain beside her, letting out a helpless wail.

Sether was very moved when he saw it, because it reminded him of the hidden eyebrows. He walked over, bent down and put his hand on the young man's shoulder, and whispered to him to comfort him—Seser rarely did, perhaps because he himself was a man who was in love and agonizing for love, so this was no longer the case, and the present scene touched the hard-hearted, indifferent emperor, and turned him from a detached bystander to a moving comforter in an instant.

But to his horror, the moment Seser found that his hand had just touched the young man's shoulder, the latter's face changed suddenly, and he didn't seem to see Sesser's existence at all, only to see him scream, shouting that there were ghosts here. His roar of fear and the newly dead girl in his arms made the creepy horror suddenly spread rapidly in this originally lively and cheerful dance hall, and everyone screamed, as if an army of invisible ghosts was approaching here, and the Grim Reaper had spread its huge black wings, covering all joy and hope, leaving only despair and fear.

None of them seemed to be able to see Sether, and as they screamed and fled past him, they passed through him like a phantom, and Sether realized that he was in a memory of the danceroom.

Just when everyone in this illusion was in a state of madness and confusion, suddenly a loud hiss came from far and near, and before Sethor could figure out what it was coming from, the scene in front of him gave him the answer, so that he didn't have to speculate at all.

It's snakes, countless snakes, countless snakes.

The snakes surged in like wriggling ropes from the entrance of the spiral ladder, their venom-dripping, fanged mouths opening and slamming down everyone's necks with a deafening hiss.

Everyone was screaming, everyone was running for their lives, and Sether watched with pity at what was happening in front of him.

But just as he turned around, a huge blue python stopped him, and at first he thought it was just a coincidence, but it didn't take long for him to realize that this snake was different from the others, and it seemed to be able to see Sether.

Sether saw his own shadow in the pale yellow eyes of the serpent, who stood up, raised its head in front of Sether, opened its bloody mouth, and hissed at him the long, scarlet serpent letter.

Sether drew his sword, but he was caught off guard, and the blue python's snake tail struck Sether's right arm like a whip, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell off and rolled to the ground with a clang.

He let out a roar of rage, and hurriedly flashed sideways, trying to pick up his only weapon, but it was too late, and the snake's tail slashed like a volley of vines, and wrapped around Sether's body, the venom-dripping mouth aimed at his head closely.

Sether's whole body was wrapped in motion, and he kept roaring, but it was too late—

So he closed his eyes and waited for the poisonous python to give him a fatal kiss, he only felt regret before he died, there was no one around him who was sad and cried for him, but the most pity was that he was so with a huge misunderstanding of himself with hidden eyebrows, and was silently taken away by death.

However, he waited for a long time, but there was no movement—until a cold hand gently grasped his hand that was covered with cold sweat.