The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and a fierce wind swept across the ground.

A two-story ship hovered in mid-air, about three hundred meters from the theater building.

Li Shiwuwu leaned on the ship's railing, his Dao robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes fixed in concentration.

"In the midst of this desolate wilderness, there's actually such an ancient theater building, divided into nine layers. No one is visible, yet faint cries of lamentation can be heard."