Chen Chuan lowered his hand. As the light fell over him, a fierce current of air stirred the hem of his clothes.
He stared at the rift, fully ten meters tall. Even standing this close, he could sense the intense invasion surging out from within.
According to Gao Xinwen, they had apparently been searching for them all along. More than a decade had passed, yet they still had found nothing.
Looking on the bright side, they might have taken the opportunity to reach some Convergence Zone, in which case they could still be alive. But if they had entered the Other Side World, there was no telling what might have happened to them.
At that moment, strips of black shadow flickered within the rift, seeming to stretch outward. With the ritual no longer holding them back, those things naturally sought to emerge from inside.
Yet the instant they touched Chen Chuan's spirit and field, it was as though they had been scalded. Wisps of white smoke rose from them, and they quickly recoiled back inside.
Gao Xinwen had already resigned himself to his fate. But seeing Chen Chuan's back and seeming to realize that he intended to go inside, his heart stirred. "The research institute lacks the strength. We've sent people in to explore several times, but aside from the area near the entrance, we never got any results.
"But someone like you might be able to find them."
He dearly hoped Chen Chuan would go in. Perhaps, just like his sister, Chen Chuan would never return either. Then...
But to his disappointment, Chen Chuan had no intention of entering. He turned around, looked at him, and asked, "What exactly is this so-called bloodline?"
When Gao Xinwen heard this, disgust surfaced on his face again. He snorted. "Bloodline? That is