C220 Cultivation Restriction Magic Circle

This scene felt eerily familiar.

Ivoryblades, the Skyborn Hoard, Broken Copper...

Memories surged in Chu Lin's mind, his thoughts scattering like pearls from a broken string, growing more chaotic by the second.

Above the stone door, a mysterious aura gently cascaded down, an immense vitality spreading unabashedly.

The demise of three elders from the Mo Family served as a stark warning