The area around the Demon Gate was a vast, completely exposed wasteland. Hao Ren and the others did not dare approach recklessly for the time being, so they found a black, oddly shaped boulder several hundred meters from the gate to hide behind while searching for a chance to sneak through.
"That's the gate," Izax took the opportunity to explain this world's knowledge to the others. "In this world—or at least within the parts that have been explored—spatial bubbles are the only form of space, and every spatial bubble has at least one natural passage connecting it to other spaces, like the one in front of you. These gates are the most important military strongholds in every space. The rulers of each space send heavy forces to guard the gates within their territories. Of course, I'm only talking about natural gates. Artificially opened ones are too random, and they're usually unstable, lasting only for a short time."
"All ten Demon Planes have direct gates connecting them," Lanina added softly. "The one in front of us leads to the Seventh Plane. Our old territory is just on the other side."
"So stable gates are all naturally formed?" Nangong May looked at the magnificent obsidian structure in the distance. "Since the gates occur naturally, what are the platform beneath them and the pillars on either side for?"
Izax casually replied, "They're useless. They just look impressive."
Hao Ren had been wondering what principle the Demon Gate operated on, and he nearly choked up blood at that. The pile of obsidian slabs covered in intricate patterns hundreds of meters away looked like some kind of magical construct. Anyone who did not know the truth would probably assume at a glance that they were supporting the enormous spatial rift. But after all that, the