Feng Lingzhu no longer mattered to Zhou Yan, as his attention was entirely focused on the ancient array before him.
This was an ancient array that not even the Grandmaster's memory had encountered before.
Here, the ancient array reached its origin, as if all paths were abruptly cut off.
The chilling wind still whistled incessantly, with a rustling sound that moaned and wept, as if Evil Ghosts were wailing softly.
Ahead, at the end of the ancient array, there was a swirling white vortex of airflow. The vortex seemed to devour all the energy into its midst.
This vortex was a ghastly white, and in the depths of the white center, there was an unseen blackness that brought a chilling fear to one's heart.
Zhou Yan just glanced at it and felt an inexplicable fear, as if there was something extremely terrifying within.
Yet, he still looked, for besides him, at such a moment, no one else would carefully observe this place.
"Hey, what is this here?"
