His entire body froze.
"System!"
"You're not even trying to hide it anymore, are you?!"
"You just pulled out the Pan Gu Box to use as a portal key?!"
The system's voice sounded, unhurried.
[Yes.]
Wangchuan: "..."
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Then he opened his mouth again.
"Fine."
"You win."
"I have nothing to say."
While he was still digesting the fact that the Pan Gu Box was actually the vessel for the Eclipse Gate.
The box had already begun operating on its own.
The Bagua Directions began shifting and rearranging, its upper and lower faces rotating in opposite directions.
It gave off a low hum, like gears meshing.
A gate slowly opened directly in front of the box.
Inside the gate was a chaotic, churning mist of light, with nothing distinct visible.
But the instant that gate opened fully.
Wangchuan's pupils abruptly contracted.
"Huh?!"
"This..."
He instinctively took a step back.
It wasn't that he wanted to retreat.
His body had reacted before his mind could.
A nearly instinctive fear welled up from the depths of his soul.
It was like a pair of icy hands had seized his spine and forcibly dragged him half a step back.
That feeling...
It was as though he had once been sealed somewhere profoundly deep and dark, suppressed for countless years, the terror of imprisonment already etched into his bones.
Fragmented images flashed through his mind.
The crushing power of a seal bore down from every direction.
Hell.
Those were memories of Hell.
Memories belonging to Tso Lan, of being sealed inside a Pocket Dimension.
Wangchuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
"System."
A rare tremor entered his voice.
"You bastard."
"This isn't going to seal me in Hell, is it?!"
The images of Hell were still churning in