Under the guidance of Rone, Gu Xing crossed the Central Square of the Holy City.
He arrived at an ancient hall.
On the old stone floor, a teleportation array made of silver-white runes was emitting a faint light.
Rone stepped back slightly and bowed: "Master, it's here!"
"Through here, you can enter the sanctuary of the Elf Race, also the birthplace of the Elf Clan."
Upon hearing Rone's explanation, Gu Xing took a deep breath and stepped into the center of the array.
A flash of white light, and the next moment, his figure vanished.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in another world.
Gu Xing slowly opened his eyes, and the sight before him took his breath away.
A gigantic tree towering into the sky stood majestically, its thick trunk as grand as ancient mountains, the dry bark covered with the grooves of time.
Standing at the foot of the giant tree, Gu Xing felt as tiny as a speck of dust.
He instinctively reached out, his fingertips touching the rough bark.
