"It should be about time."
Zhang Yao estimated the time, then maintained his protective Daoist technique and spiritual artifact, and flew along the flow of magma.
A moment later, he returned to the bronze gate and saw that the hazy gray sheen had vanished.
The surrounding repulsive area was still there, but the bronze gate had lost its spiritual light, leaving only its original ancient bronze color, looking like an ordinary antique.
"Success!"
Zhang Yao smiled slightly, flew forward slowly, and arrived before the bronze gate.
His figure did not stop, continued flying forward, and thus disappeared within the bronze gate.
...
In an instant, the world spun around.
Zhang Yao felt a bit dizzy, instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself in a different small world.
Looking around, the sky was a yellow, resembling a land permanently engulfed by sandstorms; there was no sun or moon, yet the world was not dark.
