Frost Mandrake

"That is…" Zhongcheng muttered, marveling at the sight before him and those who were present in the hall.

The Array they had utilized manifested a certain fissure in space itself. It seemed like a tear in the fabric of space, warbling and warping the air around it. This wormhole stood at the very front of the altar, seemingly inviting them all to draw closer.

White, icy mist oozed from the portal before them, and while it was cold, it wasn't unbearably so.

"Looks like that is the true path," Liu said calmly, his eyes narrowing on the spatial rupture. "It's time."

Zhongcheng and his subordinates stared at one another, all gulping down the cold saliva that had formed in their throats. 

It was finally the moment of truth—when all would be revealed, and the conclusion was to be drawn.