It was Chen Hao. A thin shield of spiritual energy enveloped the three of them, insulating them from the temperature outside.
Yang Wanqing immediately stopped rubbing herself. "Thanks, Master! You're the best!"
They walked for about ten minutes.
That "thin line" grew increasingly distinct.
It was not a natural landform.
It was man-made.
An archway.
Its stone was grayish black. Chen Siyao looked up and estimated its height—at least twenty meters.
Its width was even more astonishing. The span between the two pillars was probably over thirty meters.
There were no doors, only a frame covered in densely packed markings, some words, some patterns.
At the very center of the frame's top were three large characters.
Arranged vertically. Primordial Script. The strokes were ancient and austere.
Southern Heavenly Gate.
Chen Siyao sent the Recording Crystal upward, aiming it at the three characters for a close-up.
The live chat went wild again.
"There really is a gate!"
"Southern Heavenly Gate! Exactly like the legends of Huaxia!"
"A gate over twenty meters tall... was this meant for giants?"
"That was the aesthetic of cultivators in the Primordial Era. The bigger, the better, the grander."
"Where's Professor Li? Is Professor Li watching? Are the markings on that doorframe the same script as the murals in Penglai?"
Chen Siyao noticed that last comment. She guided the crystal closer to a pillar to capture the markings clearly.
They were indeed writing. She recognized some of it.
"These are the rules for passing through," Chen Siyao told the crystal. "The gist is that anyone who passes through this gate must not use killing techniques within the territory of the Southern Heavenly Gate. Violators..."
She stepped back twice and made out the last few badly weathered characters.
"Violators will be expelled."
Yang Wanqing finished reading from beneath