Yi Chen came to a halt in front of a gate without hesitation, his curiosity growing ever stronger as he followed the Heavenly Master.
The gate was a deep black with a metallic texture, and upon it was carved a huge, indistinct face.
Beyond that, the door was dotted with many strange purple spots, which, at first glance, appeared chaotic and disordered. However, if one looked closely for a while, they could feel a massive swirl of light dots forming on the door, as if even the mind could be sucked into it.
If those below the True Monarch realm were to glimpse this door, they would immediately lose their composure; even the weaker True Monarchs should not gaze upon it for long. But with Yi Chen's current level of cultivation, he was naturally unhindered.
As he looked at the door, a strange expression crossed Yi Chen's face.
The deep black surface of the door seemed like a canvas, with the vortex of purple dots resembling the spiral galaxies he remembered seeing in a previous life.
