She formed a spell, launching a beacon composed of peculiar petals.
The petals fused into stardust, and a ripple-like fluctuation spread out, revealing the true scenery hidden under the chaotic energy—
A towering ancient stone gate, hundreds of feet high, embedded in the void.
The material of the stone gate was neither metal nor stone, a deep dark purple, with its surface covered in fine cracks, from which a pale light intermittently glowed.
There were no handles or carvings on the gate, only countless twisted, intricate, primal Dao patterns slowly circulating, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.
These Dao patterns appeared incomplete, yet they interconnected, forming a vast and profound defensive system, with threads of space-tearing forces and eerie curse auras seeping out from the pattern's gaps.
The two of them stood cautiously before the stone gate, a killing intent permeating the air.
