The Choice

An intense sensation of space tearing struck, as though his internal organs were being displaced. Strange and dazzling streams of light flashed past before his eyes, while the distinctive hum of a Space Passage rang in his ears. The sensation lasted around a dozen breaths, more intense and briefer than any Space Wormhole they had ridden before.

When the feeling of solid ground returned beneath their feet and the blinding light faded, Lin Ming and the other three found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place.

This was no longer an endless abyss or a collapsing Altar, but a grand, ancient hall permeated by boundless Deathly Stillness and the scent of dust.

The hall's vaulted ceiling soared overhead, its summit invisible as it vanished into profound darkness.

Thick stone pillars supporting the dome stood all around them, each carved with lifelike Magical Beast Totems. From Fierce Tigers and Giant Bears roaming the earth, to Eagle Rocs soaring through the sky, and even Dragon Whales swimming through the deep sea, they took countless forms and radiated majestic might, as though they might come alive at any moment and devour whoever they chose.

Yet most of these totems were covered in dust, and many were even damaged, telling of time's merciless passage.

At the center of the hall stood a circular Altar, much smaller than the one outside, yet far more intricate and precise in construction. It was covered in densely packed runes that revolved like a galaxy, giving off faint yet mysterious Energy Fluctuations.

The air was filled with an aged, decayed scent, yet it also contained an indescribable Ancient Dao Rhyme. This place seemed like a forgotten corner of time.

"Is this... the true core of the Beast Taming Sect?"

Xiong Zhan looked around and spoke in a deep, booming voice.