Chen Lin felt a powerful tug.
Then his body grew light, and he appeared in a vast, empty space. It was extremely dim and reeked of a foul odor.
He glanced around.
Chen Lin immediately frowned.
He stood on a high platform, or rather, the top of an enormous pillar. Below him, crimson mist churned all around.
The foul odor came from that mist.
This could not possibly be a passage connecting to the Outer Realms. Judging by his experience, it looked like a place used to seal away some bizarre creature.
Chen Lin activated the Nine-Layered Armor's defenses.
Then he extended his soul perception to its fullest, probing the crimson mist below.
But he discovered that the mist blocked his perception.
His gaze grew grave.
For it to block his probing at such close range, even with his current soul level, the source of this mist was likely anything but ordinary.
But now that he was here, he could not back down.
Chen Lin took out the Seven-Star Ladle and prepared to activate it. Then he flicked his wrist, sending countless runic inscriptions flying out like fireflies.
"Open!"
He gave a low shout.
The runic inscriptions instantly gathered together, forming a giant glowing dragon. It swiftly circled the enormous pillar within the mist, churning the haze and driving it outward.
A thick chain covered in rust emerged.
This end was secured to the enormous pillar.
The other end stretched deep into the dense mist.
At the sight, Chen Lin willed the runic dragon to follow the chain, stirring up the mist as it pushed deeper.
As the mist dispersed, he finally saw what lay inside.
It was an enormous tripod.
Its original color was no longer discernible beneath the rust covering it. It had four handles, each threaded with