With Rone leading the way, Gu Xing crossed the Central Square of the Holy City.
They came to an ancient and solemn hall.
On the aged stone floor, a teleportation array formed of silver-white runes emitted a faint glow.
Rone stepped back and bowed slightly, "My Lord, this is the place!"
"Through here, you can enter the Sanctuary of the Elf Race—the birthplace of the Elf Clan."
Hearing Rone's explanation, Gu Xing took a deep breath and stepped into the center of the array.
A flash of white light, and in the next instant, his figure vanished from the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself already in another world.
Gu Xing slowly opened his eyes, and the scene before him made his breath catch.
A colossal tree towered into the heavens, its trunk thick and mighty as an ancient mountain, its gnarled bark etched with the scars of ages.
Standing at the base of the giant tree, Gu Xing felt as small as a grain of dust.
