The red paint smeared on the surface seemed to be mixed with the blood of some creature, faintly exuding a slight fishy odor.
In the center, there was a sunken circular keyhole, surrounded by intricate beast totems.
Cheng Jiashu stopped in his tracks and took out the bronze box from his bag.
Then he opened the box, inside lay a strangely shaped crescent key stone.
He stepped forward, aligned the key stone with the keyhole on the Stone Gate, and turned it forcefully.
A crisp "click" sound was heard as the mechanism engaged.
Cheng Jiashu placed his hands on the door, lowered his shoulders, and pushed forward with force.
However, this red Stone Gate seemed rooted to the spot, remaining unmoved despite his efforts.
"Let me try."
Fang Cheng stepped forward to take Cheng Jiashu's place after seeing this.
He spread his stance, steadied his base, and placed his hands flat against the cold Stone Gate.
