After waiting for several months.
It was finally confirmed that no Taoist Ancestor had emerged from inside the gate.
Lin Xin slowly gathered his breath and approached the gate.
The brass gate quietly burned, surrounded by layers of white calamity aura, with only a thin layer of flame enclosing the door frame.
Lin Xin approached slowly, gradually feeling the heat emanating from the flames on the gate.
This heat was even hotter than volcanic magma, so intense that even ordinary metal and steel would likely melt if they came too close.
The closer he got, the more intensely red the gate appeared to Lin Xin.
What began as a light red hue deepened to vermillion, and by the time he was a few hundred meters away, the entire door had turned a dark red, burning with ominous blood-like flames.
It was completely different from the scene seen from the outside.
Inside the gate was now entirely occupied by the white calamity aura, with no trace of the previous yellow liquid.
