The door was soon solidified as the three pieces of the Dongyang seal threw themselves into the misty green light. Looking like amber and jade instead of cloud and mist, it diffused a peculiar sense of beauty.
While everyone was in a daze, the door of the inner villa gradually opened up in a heavy and slow manner. Burdened with the heaviness of time, it penetrated the thick vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, including Jiang Hengchuan, Wang Bingyao, and Ruan Yaoguang, who were all staring inside from behind the door, no one would take the first step. Would it be worthy of the cause of what happened in Maoling?
In the darkness, what came first to Meng Qi's eyes was a twisted crack, which looked like a dying centipede that kept expanding the wound of the void.
Through the crack, Meng Qi saw the diffusing black gas, from which indistinct shapes of mountains and rivers appeared, as well as the sun, moon, and stars.
