The words on the gate made countless thoughts flash through Hao Ren's mind in an instant. An indescribable sense of déjà vu surged over him. He reached out and felt the deep carvings, discovering that the characters were not particularly neat.
They did not seem to be "formal inscriptions" left by the gate's builders for decoration or as a warning to future generations. Instead, they looked more like something a passerby had hurriedly carved. Considering that the Corridor of Disaster had been built thousands of years ago by the ancients to seal away the Chaos Shadow, it should have been impossible for unrelated people to wander into a place like this. The person who had left these words must have been one of those who experienced the events back then, probably jotting them down before leaving.
"Cassandra..." Vivian gazed thoughtfully at the signature, "That name sounds familiar, but I can't remember where from. We may have worked together back then."
"The feeling coming from beyond this gate is extremely unpleasant," Hassu said with a frown, his gaze at the massive stone gate unusually solemn. "Even on the battlefield of the ancient gods, I never felt such oppressive pressure. It feels like some kind of mindless, pure malice is lurking beyond the gate."
"We haven't encountered any of those shadows along the way," Vivian said, also looking at the gate. "Maybe they're all crouching on the other side, waiting to ambush us."
Hao Ren took a deep breath and placed his hands on the massive stone gate together with Izax. "Everyone, stay alert. We're opening the gate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Izax exerted themselves at the same time, pushing the gate open with all their strength.
Although the gate looked extraordinarily heavy—and was, in fact, quite heavy—Hao