This ruin exuded an atmosphere of ancient decay.
It did not feel as though it belonged to the Training Trial Secret Realm.
Rather—
It felt older than the secret realm itself.
Older than eras.
Older than memory.
Ethan stepped forward slowly. His gaze was steady, cold, without hesitation.
He raised his palm and mobilized the power of the stars within his body.
A faint starlight shimmered beneath his skin.
Without a word, he cut his palm.
Blood flowed.
Golden blood.
Since cultivating the Nine Emperors Dao Body, even his blood carried the faint glow of the power of the stars.
He pressed his palm gently against the stone door.
The blood seeped into the ancient grooves carved upon it, flowing along the intricate patterns like liquid gold tracing forgotten scripture.
In an instant—
An ancient aura awakened.
It rose from within the stone, carrying the weight of endless years, as if time itself had stirred from slumber.
Click. Click. Click;.
