Chapter 524: Chaos Energy
The Primal Hall—the heart of the Four Halls—stood at the very center of the entire sacred complex, and despite being the most revered, it was also the smallest and most unassuming.
Surrounded on all sides by the grandeur of the Novice, Profound, and Supreme Halls, this hall did not boast mighty pillars or ornate carvings. Instead, it was quiet, ancient, and still.
There was only one door leading into it—an archaic slab of stone so old it seemed it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.
Its surface was worn and cracked, the inscriptions upon it eroded by the weight of countless millennia. There was no glowing aura, no intimidating presence, no divine pressure.
It simply was—like a forgotten relic of a time even the heavens themselves had stopped remembering.
Max stood before the door in silence for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought. He could feel nothing from it—no energy, no Law, no resistance—just a strange, hollow silence. And yet... that emptiness itself seemed to carry weight.
With one hand, he reached forward and gently pushed it open. The ancient door creaked with a sound like the groan of a dying world, and then gave way.
Inside, the chamber was shrouded in a pale, endless fog. It curled around the room like mist over a still lake, yet Max immediately noticed something odd—despite its dense presence, he felt nothing from the fog. No heat, no cold, no mana. It was simply there, lifeless and quiet, as if it were not part of the world at all.
At the center of the room, barely visible through the faint haze, stood a lone altar of black stone. Stark and unadorned, it rose from the ground like a piece of the void itself.
Embedded at its center was a single square stone, about a foot long on each side. This was the totem stone—yet it was unlike anything Max had seen before.
There were no delicate engravings or dazzling runes. Its surface was rough and uneven, jagged in places, worn in others. The patterns etched into it didn’t form any obvious sequence or technique.