Su Yen and the Ancient Gate.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave echoed through the still space as the gigantic ancient gate pulsed with a foreboding aura.

 Su Yen stood before it, his expression solemn. 

The gate's intimidating presence seemed to compel him to bow in respect, but his pagoda bloodline repelled the oppressive force, allowing him to stand firm.

Su Yen was as insignificant as an ant compared to the towering gate. The gate was massive in height and width, its surface covered with hundreds of interwoven languages and intricate runes.

The strange inscriptions were no ordinary languages—they were imbued with intent and profound laws. 

Just staring at them made Su Yen's soul tremble. He was astonished; without his bloodline protecting him, the sheer pressure of the runes would have forced him to retreat.

Tearing his gaze away from the intimidating inscriptions, his eyes settled on the thousands of ancient runes etched into the gate. A cold breath escaped his lips.