The colossal gate, easily fifty feet high and thirty across, appeared seamless, a solid slab of obsidian rock. There were no visible hinges, no seams, no locks. Only two towering, silent sentinels of dark stone, featureless and imposing, flanked it.
"How do we enter?" Xiaochen asked, his gaze sweeping over the intricate, unmoving carvings on the gate’s surface. He could feel faint residual energy within them, an ancient protection, but it was dormant, sluggish.
"Their technology relies on their 'holy' energy, lad," Ye Cangtian explained. "And this place, its core, was built long before their parasitic Qi Surgawi corrupted everything. It was meant to respond to true primal energy. Yours. Channel your Void Qi. Focus it on the central symbol. The one that looks like a shattered sun."
Xiaoc
