The green lines on the massive plaza twisted and turned back on themselves, resembling a gigantic array of symbols.
Luo Nian followed closely behind Elder Xue along this shoulder-wide path.
Crossing the green line that was only a shoulder's width across meant certain death, so Luo Nian naturally remained on full alert, placing each step with the utmost care.
The chimney stood at the center of the massive plaza, barely a thousand zhang away in a straight line, yet their group had walked tens of thousands of zhang back and forth.
The other Deep Space Races also sent out their people at the same time. Thus, more than a dozen people were walking across the entire massive plaza. At times, Luo Nian's group drew closer to the other races, and the gazes they cast at one another carried faint wisps of hostility.
After all, the Six Great Clans were enemies, and they were also direct competitors here. It was only the special nature of this region that spared them from slaughtering one another.
After the time it took two incense sticks to burn, Luo Nian's group finally arrived at the foot of the chimney.
Although Elder Xue had been here for countless years, this was his first time observing the chimney from such a close distance.
From afar, the chimney looked like a black monster. Up close, however, it gave an entirely different impression.
The chimney had been forged from a kind of pure-black metal. Under the calm sunlight, its gleaming surface could be seen clearly.
Elder Xue walked over to the chimney's outer wall and slowly ran his hand over it.
He had spent the latter half of his life pondering the chimney's mysteries, and countless waves now surged through his heart.
Just then, a light laugh came from