Lin Mu walked further ahead while the others explored, following a strange tickling sensation that had begun to prickle at his senses the moment they entered the chamber. It was faint—like the whisper of a breeze in a sealed room—but it was unmistakable.
"Spatial traces," he murmured, narrowing his eyes.
He quickened his pace, following the invisible signature with his spatial perception like a hound on a scent trail.
Soon, he came to a stop before what seemed to be a blackened platform—half-sunken into the stone floor and surrounded by shattered pillars. The stone was scorched, the floor etched with fractured runes that still held a lingering echo of spatial energy.
"A teleportation array," Lin Mu said aloud.
Daoist Chu turned immediately, walking over. "Where?"
Lin Mu pointed at the remains of the array. "Right here. It's broken… no, it's been sabotaged. Someone didn't just let it decay—they destroyed it deliberately."
