The atmosphere within the portal remained bright, as if night and moon had ceased to exist—a strange world beyond comprehension.
Even in the original plot, the appearance of the portal was mysterious and left unexplained.
At this moment, Long Tian and Alexia were traversing through a somewhat sparse forest, with tall trees towering overhead.
Their gazes lowered to the ground, where numerous footprints, slashes, and cuts were evident. It was clearly a site of past skirmishes.
Long Tian's hand closed around a broken sword hilt, his eyes narrowing in contemplation as he inspected it, his chin cradled in his other hand.
