Thud! Thud! Thud!
The thunderstorm has passed, but the heart continues to pound like a drum.
Every inch of muscle is tense, teeth clenching the tip of the tongue, and eyes wide open, daring not to be careless at all.
——This is precisely the change in demeanor of the observers from afar.
Because the anomaly still exists, it just has nothing to do with thunder and lightning anymore.
Right behind or above Master Han, there is a gray and white Ancient Stone Gate standing tall.
It is large, majestic, grand. The buildings in this world cannot be compared to it at all. If a comparison must be made, it would be like the difference between a palace and a thatched cottage.
This gate does not exist independently; it resides in an endless grey sun, right in the center.
From the sun outwards, dazzling stars appear like candies scattered by a child, with seven grey waning moons revolving around them, guarding them like they were their bright guardian stars.
