After following the formation for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, Lin Ming and the others reached a mountain peak.
That peak towered far above the surrounding mountains, like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens, thrusting straight into the clouds.
The mountainside was extremely steep, its exposed surface covered in dark blue-green rock riddled with weathered cracks and traces of ancient runes.
Although most of those runes had blurred away, the surviving portions still radiated an exceedingly ancient spiritual energy fluctuation, faintly resonating with the fluctuations within the great formation.
Lin Ming was the first to land halfway up the peak. The instant his feet touched the rocky platform, he felt an extremely faint tremor pass through the stone beneath him.
Lin Ming raised his head and looked up along the mountainside. Then his pupils abruptly contracted. An enormous stone gate stood on the mountain.
The gate was about a hundred zhang tall and several dozen zhang wide, carved entirely from the mountain itself. Its frame merged seamlessly with the mountainside, like a vast maw leading into the depths of the range.
The stone gate was ancient beyond measure, its surface a deep, somber blue-green, inscribed with countless profound runes.
Those runes were more intricate and more complete than any he had seen in the outlying ruins. Each resembled a miniature star, its cold, dim light slowly shifting across the stone.
Above the stone gate, three ancient characters could faintly be seen.
Those three characters had been carved in an exceedingly ancient style of calligraphy, their strokes bold and vigorous. Although mostly blurred, the majestic aura within them remained discernible.
"That's..." Xia Jia stared at the ancient characters on the stone gate, blurting out in shock.
During her travels through the Western Region, she had