Zong Shen's gaze fell upon the final light gate.
This gate was completely different from the other nine.
A faint golden glow, both illusory and tangible, flowed along its edges.
The vortex within was so deep that it seemed like an entrance to another universe.
The Runes above the doorframe carried intricate imagery.
These Runes constantly changed shape.
At times, they became burning stars; at times, flowing rivers; at times, soaring giant birds; and at times, drifting snowflakes, displaying abundant forms of life and natural phenomena.
Every moment, these Runes displayed different forms of life and natural phenomena.
Zong Shen could sense that the aura behind this gate was not as concrete and clear as the previous nine treasures.
It was more ethereal and grand, like some underlying law capable of influencing the course of an entire faction whispering quietly.
"The last gate..."
He did not hesitate and reached out to press his hand against the door's surface.
The moment he touched the light gate, a gentle yet profound power flowed up his arm and into his senses.
This was definitely not the texture of metal or crystal.
It felt more like touching something alive.
It was warm and soft, with a rhythmic pulse.
The vortex within the gate began spinning faster.
Visible ripples spread through the surrounding space.
Even the light throughout the lava cave became exceptionally distorted.
The dark-red streams of lava flowing across the ground actually began to flow backward beneath the light gate's radiance.
It was as though they had suddenly been drawn by some higher-level power.
Only after several breaths did an item slowly drift out of the vortex.
It was neither a weapon nor a gemstone, book, or badge, but an egg the size of a human head, radiating a gentle golden halo.
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