In the center of the altar, Luo Qingchen's face was as pale as a sheet.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, across his tense jawline, finally dripping onto the scorching Star Map bronze plate, instantly evaporating into a wisp of blue smoke.
His entire mind, all of his will, had transformed into countless invisible threads, probing into the gradually forming shadow of the Star Gate.
This was an extremely meticulous and incredibly dangerous task.
The Star Gate was not just a simple door.
It was a living entity, intricately woven from countless space laws, star trajectories, and energy nodes, complex to the extreme.
Any deviation in energy input, any error in node alignment, could lead to the instantaneous collapse of the entire structure.
The consequence would be the Heavenly Desperate Cliff and the surrounding hundreds of miles being torn to cosmic dust by a raging spatial storm.
