Gadin Jennings's eyes widened in surprise. "A seventh-level plant transcendence expert, sealed in your body? Seems like you've got quite a few secrets."
"May I enter?" Braydon Neal asked as he moved toward the altar.
Gadin nodded, not stopping him.
There were no rules here.
As long as Braydon passed the eight battle platforms, he could reach the altar by any method.
What was inside the altar?
Only a glance would tell.
Fearlessly, Braydon stepped onto the altar and entered the door.
A long, fifteen-minute weightlessness followed.
When his feet finally touched the ground, a chaotic energy storm slammed into him like a peak attack.
Braydon immediately unleashed his cultivation and struck out with his sword, but there was nothing in front of him—only a breeze.
What was strange was this world.
The sky and earth were completely shattered.
