The black stone pillars appearing at the end of the horizon were clearly not a natural formation. They were grand and towering, surrounded by a desolate, ancient aura. Each pillar appeared to be several thousand meters tall, and their shapes were extraordinarily regular—all of them were elongated rectangular prisms with perfectly straight edges.
Hao Ren's exceptional eyesight allowed him to see the pillars' details from such a great distance. Their pitch-black surfaces were not smooth and featureless; instead, they were etched with countless mysterious patterns. He had never seen their style in any world. If he had to compare them to something, they vaguely resembled the script used in the temples of the Creation Goddess.
The magnificent pillars were so tall that clouds spiraled around their midsections. Their tremendous bulk had probably disrupted the weather within a certain radius as well. Large amounts of swirling mist could be seen around their upper halves, as though numerous whirlwinds had formed there.
Below the pillars' waists, bright flashes of lightning could occasionally be seen leaping between them. Each arc spanned several kilometers, or even more than ten. As the airships gradually drew closer, Hao Ren heard rolling thunder coming from the direction of the "stonehenge."
The aura of the Creation Goddess was also becoming increasingly distinct. He had experienced several of the Creation Goddess's illusions and personally touched the relevant divine artifacts and relics, so he had some ability to judge this kind of aura.
"What... is that?"
Hao Ren stared blankly at the distant stonehenge. He no longer bothered to conceal his lack of common knowledge and simply asked outright.
"You don't know about the Pillars of Imprisonment?" Sir Morian stared at Hao Ren in astonishment. "As a guardian of the temple, you don't know about them?"
"The Pillars of Imprisonment?"