The Ethereal Body held the [Key of Time Divine Hall Inheritance] and the [Broken Door of the Temple of Time] in its hands. These relics from the Time Divine Hall were no longer merely trembling as they approached the core of the ruins, but emitted a mournful hum, like a long-traveling wanderer finally encountering the debris of their homeland, excited yet sorrowful.
Especially the black key, its surface no longer showed flowing ripples but burst forth with blinding temporal lightning, forcibly tearing through the solidified void ahead, pointing to an inconspicuous corner deep within the ruins, entangled by countless broken rules.
There, it seemed no different from other places, with only a few particularly large fragments of halls, engraved with blurred clock patterns, floating around. Yet the key's direction was unwavering.
