Spell Civilization Universe Ruins, the Epitaph of Civilization Begins to Take Shape. New World.
Space warped, and Yu Yuan was squeezed out of it.
He opened the Virtual Light Screen and checked the New World Map.
"This should be the place."
He looked into the distance. A vast crater lay before him.
The crater was only twenty or thirty meters deep, but its radius was a staggering ten kilometers.
Smaller pits pockmarked its floor, as though it had been bombarded by a barrage of attacks.
Ruined walls lay everywhere, and thin Spatial Rifts flickered through the air from time to time.
Because of that, no animals or plants lived here.
It was a true dead zone.
At the center of the crater stood an Ashen Tower.
After untold ages, the tower had fallen into disrepair. Cracks covered its walls.
Yu Yuan looked up.
A clear break marked the tower's highest point. It had once stood much taller, and the signs of battle around it told the rest of the story.
The conclusion was obvious.
But Yu Yuan sensed an extremely faint presence throughout the crater.
"The Spell Civilization Universe Ruins. One of the more dangerous of the three Civilization Ruins in the Thousand Needle Stone Forest."
Yu Yuan reached the crater's edge and raised a hand. A shadowy palm lifted a huge rock nearby.
The next instant, the rock burst forward with a bang and shot across the crater.
Its movement seemed to trigger something. Spatial Rifts that had appeared only now and then suddenly filled its path.
The rock was sliced to pieces in an instant.
"Hmm. So speed really does trigger the rules here."
Yu Yuan tested it a few more times and gradually worked out the ruins' pattern. After checking it against the Source of Corruption's memories,