The passage was longer than they had imagined. After several minutes, everyone felt a change in the world around them, as if they had arrived in the tumultuous Ancient Era. An overwhelming and primitive aura assailed their faces, and the majestic breath caused their True Yuan to falter, its circulation speed suddenly dropping by half.
They traversed the passage and landed in a vast mountain range.
The sky above was a murky gray, dense and oppressive. The earth was dim, with steep mountain peaks standing tall, their jagged edges sharp like blades.
This was the relic of the Martial Saint from the Middle Ages.
If the world outside felt bright and full of vitality, then this place gave them a sense of age-old mystery, concealing dangerous and deadly intents within this ancient atmosphere.
