Chapter 847 Where Is This

• After Damon King found his answer, he stared at the heavy-water falls—several times larger than any normal waterfall, the dense stream roaring down without end. A thought flickered in his mind: was there some kind of perpetual engine hidden in this tomb that kept the water cycling forever?
• With his conclusion set, Damon stepped back a few paces, pulled together the last scraps of strength into a single finger, and shot toward the waterfall. To anyone watching, he’d look like he blinked out of sight—one breath, and he was at the base of the falls, his finger thrust forward.
• “Boom!!”