Jing Jiu did not hurry over. He observed carefully for some time.
The protective shield was above the atmospheric troposphere, which was why it could not keep out the rain, and naturally could not block the wind either.
He extended a finger to gauge the wind speed and quickly calculated that, at the rate of erosion from the wind and rain here, the surface of that building should have been far more badly damaged.
The traces of war on this grassland were so obvious, indicating that this had been the main battlefield where the fighting was fiercest during the Dark Matter Sea's invasion that year. Why had that building survived?
The lines on those stone pillars were not talisman runes, nor were there any fluctuations from a formation.
He overturned his earlier conjecture. It seemed the priestesses' legacy had nothing to do with Ascension Ones.
-The dune gradually shifted, covering the tops of his feet, then continued upward until it swallowed his body.
A moment later, the grains of sand stopped rolling, as though nothing had happened.
Deep beneath this severely desertified grassland, a faintly visible streak of light appeared.
That streak of light gave an impression of extreme sharpness. Nothing could stop its advance.
With a soft hum, the streak of light vanished.
That magnificent building was Star Gate Planet's main Sacrificial Hall. It did indeed resemble the Fire-Passing Towers in the various cities, except that its scale was several hundred times greater.
Perhaps because the priestess lived here, the building bore little flavor of modern civilization. That did not, of course, mean it was primitive; the high-tech devices were simply concealed inside enormous blocks of stone. Those military-grade gravitational force field generators, for example, looked like nothing more than a few stone sculptures.
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