In the central area of the rock spire forest's core, on the spatial platform.
Chu Sheng controlled the bug-like mech, deliberately moving slowly as he unloaded the crystals, stalling for time.
His eyes, hidden beneath the mech's mask, darted furtively across the complex patterns on the ground below.
'So this is the Alien Race's teleportation Grand Array?'
At first glance, it looked like a mess of nonsensical scribbles, completely devoid of logic.
But as he kept looking, something clicked in the back of Chu Sheng's mind—a chord of memory suddenly vibrated.
'These patterns... why do they look so familiar?'
'Aren't these the same markings from one of the diagrams on the stone table in the Purple Nether Demon Lord's cave?'
Back then, he had been too focused on secretly taking pictures, and his understanding of the alien language was rudimentary at best, so he hadn't examined it closely.
