Mo Lin led everyone to a clearing far from the Aromatic Silk Beauty Race. A few guards from the race were stationed there as well.
Cover surrounded the clearing, and a black stone gate three times a person's height stood a short distance away in the middle, with guards from the Aromatic Silk Beauty Race posted around it.
"The spatial power here is in turmoil."
Mu En and Du Busi had sensed something amiss as they approached. The spatial power here was extremely turbulent, layered upon layered, and the cause was the Warp Gate ahead of them.
Xia Liang, meanwhile, found it vaguely familiar. Puzzled, he couldn't help asking what the Warp Gate did.
"Does the Warp Gate teleport us over there?"
"No."
Hearing Xia Liang's question, Mo Lin lowered his head and thought for a moment, seemingly arranging his words.
"Once the Warp Gate opens, it forms a passage with folded space inside. One step in there is equivalent to twelve steps outside."
That was the Warp Gate's spatial property: a ratio of one to twelve.
Xia Liang: "..."
I'm familiar with this.
Isn't this the Nether?
The ratio between the Nether and the Overworld was one to eight. He hadn't expected it to become one to twelve here. That meant a twelve-day journey would become a one-day journey-a tremendous increase in speed.
"Open!"
Mo Lin injected Soul Power into the Warp Gate, and a deep-blue vortex immediately appeared within it. Opening the gate consumed a full half of his Soul Power, but he was a Limit Douluo. Even with only half his Soul Power remaining, he had more than enough to return to his race.
"Let's go in."
They stepped into the vortex. Inside lay a passage that admitted no outside light, yet strange radiance rose within it,