Arvantos raised one hand. "Stand still. Don't resist."
The next instant, beams of ancient light dropped from each of the thirteen pillars and connected with the central formation. The ceremonial ground came alive immediately.
Streams of golden liquid light started moving beneath the transparent floor like rivers flowing toward each of the ten participants.
At the same time, a huge illusory Primordial symbol appeared high above them, rotating slowly and sending out wave after wave of ancient aura.
The first thing Max felt was pressure. Not ordinary pressure. It felt like the entire history of an ancient race had come down onto his body and was trying to read every part of him.
The pressure didn't attack him, but it pushed into him with unstoppable force, moving through his meridians, bones, flesh, bloodline, soul sea, and even the hidden corners of his foundation that ordinary people could never sense.
