The piercing, eerie shriek echoed across the dark, chaotic snowfield. A violent energy, like nature's fury, rapidly gathered. The Wrath Spirit had sensed that its foundation was under threat and had no choice but to interrupt its recovery ahead of schedule to intercept the invaders. At that moment, Hao Ren was staring in astonishment at the strange object before him—so stunned that he temporarily forgot the blizzard around them was gradually turning ferocious.
The "sealed land" Vivian had mentioned was a black plateau.
The plateau itself was nothing special, merely a flat, circular platform several yards across, with crude signs of polishing and processing. It was clearly Vivian's handiwork from back then. What truly drew attention was the pale-purple membrane of light floating above the platform.
The membrane of light was more than ten meters high and roughly three or four meters wide. It was semi-transparent, allowing them to see the scenery on the other side with ease. It looked like an aurora that had fallen from the sky—Hao Ren guessed it was some kind of spatial rift.
Lily climbed onto the stone platform and reached out to touch the membrane of light, but her hand passed straight through it. The spatial rift was in a Dormant State and seemed to have become impassable.
Vivian looked up at the membrane of light, then bent down to examine the stone platform she had not seen in more than three hundred years. "I made this base. The spatial rift above it was already there. I used the energy left behind by the rift to build this sealing altar beneath it."
Hao Ren raised an eyebrow. "This spatial rift is the 'gate' from three hundred years ago? The Wrath Spirit came out of it?"
Vivian nodded. "I don't know how it formed, but