"Alright, I got it." Sun Hang nodded, then clasped his right hand's fingers together like a blade and made a slicing gesture towards the hefty alloy safety door in front of him.
Instantly, a cut as smooth as a mirror appeared on the thirty-centimeter-thick, several-ton-heavy alloy safety door, and through this cut, Sun Hang saw the scene within the core cultivation chamber.
A Desert Sea survivor sat upright on a chair filled with various pipelines, his body adorned with a multitude of totem tattoos, Semitic-script scriptures practically covering every inch of his skin.
On his right arm, he wore a bronze arm ring embedded with countless chips on the surface, intermittently flickering with a pale blue glow between the chip circuits.
This was the original version of "Nephthys."
