A month later, bathed in the remnants of the setting sun's rays, Xiao Chen entered the Gao Tang Emperor's Mausoleum for the third time.
Old and decayed, the Ancient Forest held a few venerable figures awaiting eagerly. With a gesture from Xiao Chen, he charged towards the dilapidated mausoleum, as if sensing something. At the moment Xiao Chen's body collided with the ruined stone of the mausoleum, his entire form twisted instantly.
In a daze, the golden vortex channel manifested again, with time and space flowing in his eyes. Golden ripples brushed against his body, transforming into Golden Dragons and Golden Lightning, constantly roaring towards him. Two or three breaths later, he once again stepped into a golden world.
Compared to last time, at this moment, Xiao Chen felt an endless majesty in this world, a majesty that carried a separation—separating heaven and earth, time and space, as if sealing everything within.
Yes!
It's as if even time has ceased to pass here.
