Atop the Red Soil Plateau.
'The disturbance from such a large-scale ritual will be observed by specific organizations... Even high-level pure 'mystery' cultivators may directly sense the spirituality, but it's already too late.'
Aaron pushed open the "Multi History Gate," letting the indescribable light envelop him.
At the same time, he reached out his hand and grabbed Kony.
She was an important "landmark," without her, it would be impossible to locate that particular history, and instead, they would be lost in the gaps of all histories.
In fact, Aaron was already on alert in his heart.
'If there are traps or contingencies, it should be at this time, right?'
His inspiration surged, and he suddenly looked in a certain direction.
Near the range of the ritual, outside the cobalt-blue fog, vague and distorted figures emerged.
They were things that didn't exist in this world, spirit realm monsters attracted by the power of the ritual!
"Eliminate them!"