This shattered half-plane had been severely damaged; in fact, it should have disappeared long ago, but within this plane existed a colossal ancient structure, emitting a faint divine light that resisted the erosion of void energy, protecting a small area surrounding the structure.
This half-plane was not their destination, but a transfer station.
Nearly twenty people stood before the portal exuding a desolate and ancient aura, looking at the towering stone portal at its center, with luminescence rippling through it, exchanging glances with uncertainty.
The door resembled those of ancient temples, constructed from huge blocks of dark stone. From a distance, the design looked familiar to Lin Xiao. On either side of the door stood a statue of a warrior wielding a greatsword. At the top, a dragon's head with pupils ablaze with flames, and on each of the upper corners of the door rested a massive claw, the dragon's head looming over the entrance.
