But Lin Feng had cultivated the great Dao of Chaos extensively. His perception of spatial principles and fluctuations of origin far surpassed that of cultivators at his level, and even the slightest spatial tremor could not escape his scrutiny.
“These are residual spatial ripples from an ancient Array Dao formation.”
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He instantly pinpointed the source of the fluctuations and set off, following the faint spatial tremors across the rubble-strewn wasteland and over fractured ravines, steadily probing deeper into the planet.
As he advanced, the ground grew increasingly fractured, the rock strata riddled with cracks. Ruined walls of ancient collapsed buildings and fragments of shattered stone tablets lay everywhere. The weight of ages clung to them, bearing witness to this planet's former glory and prosperity, as well as the catastrophic calamity that had struck countless ages ago.
An incense stick's worth of time later, the weathered remnants of an ancient formation base finally came into view at the center of a broad, flat wasteland strewn with rubble.
The entire Teleportation Array had been constructed from a special dark-gray ancient stone. Its hardness far exceeded that of ordinary divine metals. Despite hundreds of millions of years of spatial erosion, battering storms, and the scouring passage of time, it remained firmly rooted in the ground and had never completely collapsed. Cracks of varying depths densely covered its surface, and many corners were broken or missing, leaving none of its former completeness and splendor. Yet its central structure remained stable and intact, its pathways clearly defined, not entirely ruined.
A ring of intricate, obscure, unfathomably profound ancient runes encircled the formation's edge. Their markings were primordial, transcending the Dao arts of the present age and bearing the supreme principles of the ancient Array Dao. But too much time had passed.