"Boom!"
The instant his five fingers closed around the sphere of light, the oval stone inside burst apart. A tall, translucent figure appeared in the white light, growing from small to large.
Before the startled Wang Yu could react, the translucent figure merely raised his head and glanced toward the temple ruins. After a soft "Hm?" he seized Wang Yu's wrist and said calmly,
"Little fellow, lend me your body for a moment to take me there."
As soon as he finished speaking, the translucent figure shook his sleeve.
With a tearing hiss, an enormous, hazy white magic array pattern, several dozen feet across, appeared in the air beneath Wang Yu's feet.
Wang Yu saw a blaze of white light, and his surroundings blurred. Amid a wave of dizziness, he and the translucent figure appeared in the center of a bluestone hall, standing on a somewhat familiar Teleportation Array.
The hall was lofty, with an enormous, conspicuous bronze door ahead. Iron racks of various sizes filled the space around them, but their shelves held nothing at all. Instead, they were covered in a thick layer of dust.
Wang Yu stared at it all, dumbstruck.
The translucent figure released his wrist, swept his gaze around, and said calmly,
"It seems I slept a little too long. But it is time for all this to end."
Only then did Wang Yu recover his senses and hastily look toward the translucent figure.
Though the figure's body was indistinct, his face vaguely resembled that of a refined middle-aged man-and looked very familiar.
After briefly searching his memory, Wang Yu bowed hurriedly in shock and asked,
"Senior, are you High Person Jialan?"
This middle-aged man looked remarkably like High Person Jialan in the relief sculpture inside the underground cavern.
"Of course not. Whether that old