In an endless ocean stood a vast continent.
The continent stretched for a million li. Mountain ranges rolled on for a hundred thousand li, rivers crisscrossed the land, and swamps, lakes, and seas were scattered everywhere like stars on a board. Countless canyons and abysses lay across it, and innumerable strange beasts and alien races made their homes there, creating many perilous regions.
At the heart of the continent lay a vast region shrouded in gloomy clouds. The clouds churned like a ghostly prison, and now and then a few blood-red bolts of lightning slashed through them, illuminating the ruined landscape for an instant before it sank into even deeper darkness.
Beneath the crimson lightning, the ruins of collapsed buildings could be faintly seen, as though a ghostly realm had opened its great maw to swallow everything.
At the edge of the gloomy clouds stood a gigantic white temple, soaring into the sky. It seemed like a nail driven before a shadowy dragon, its stark contrast of black and white especially striking.
At that moment, a huge formation was in operation beneath the temple.
Ten formation diagrams interlinked to form a complex Great Array. Energy flowed through it, surging with immense power.
At the center of the formation stood a tall black altar. An old man in gray robes sat cross-legged atop it, spiritual energy flowing around him as he radiated tremendous pressure.
Suddenly, the formation trembled, and one of its diagrams dimmed. The flow of the entire Great Array seemed to be affected.
The old man's eyes snapped open, two beams of light shooting from them. His gaze fell upon the Great Array, and he furrowed his brows slightly. "Why has the teleportation array on the Red Rock Continent been shut down?"
He formed a hand seal, and several