The broken half-plane was severely damaged, or rather, it should have ceased to exist long ago, if not for an ancient, massive building within it. Emitting a faint divine glow, it resisted the erosion of void energy, preserving a small area around the ancient structure.
This half-plane was not their destination, but rather a transfer station.
Nearly twenty people stood in front of the portal that radiated a desolate and ancient aura, looking at the tall stone gateway at its center, where dim radiance rippled, and they exchanged glances.
The door resembled the grand entrance of an ancient temple, constructed from large blocks of dark stone. From a distance, Lin Xiao found the door eerily familiar. On each side of the door stood a statue of a warrior wielding a greatsword, with a dragon's head at the top, its pupils ablaze with fire. Massive claws rested on each upper corner of the gateway, the dragon's head looming over the entrance.
