There were two huge arched doors on either side of Xia Pingan. One of them was more than a thousand meters away from him, while the other was more than two thousand meters away.
Xia Pingan suppressed the excitement in his heart. He passed through the thick fog and ran to the arch door closer to him. He circled around the arch door. Then, he looked at the arch door further away from him and circled around it.
The two arched doors were basically the same in size, shape, and sense of vicissitude. The only difference was the patterns on the two arched doors.
The patterns on the top of the arched door were in circles, like the swirling Milky Way. The top of the door was like a fruit connected by vines, and also like the trajectory of the stars. It was full of mysterious beauty.
