Translator: Aran

  As Ye Qingyu came to one of the crystal stone pillars, slowly pressing his palm closer to the surface of the pillar, there was immediately a faint coolness penetrating into his palm. But it did not feel cold at all, instead it was more like the spring breeze blowing past his heart and spleen, giving a relaxed and comfortable feeling as well as elevating the spirit.

  “A miracle……”


  He marveled again.

  The energy in the crystal pillars was ancient a..