Gold-bordered, red-grounded plaques bore the characters for "Medicine Hall".
These two characters attracted a massive number of cultivators, who gathered before this majestic cyan palace.
Most cultivators from the Azure World who had entered this ancient city were merely ordinary cultivators back in their original worlds, and the cultivation resources they could obtain were severely limited.
Entering the Shui Yue World was called a trial, but they were painfully aware that this trial was truly a trial mission for the origin divine children. Yet for bottom-feeders like them, who were mere beasts of burden, this was not a trial—it was a struggle for survival.
If they wanted to return alive to the Azure World, they had to push their strength further.
And the palace before them was the opportunity for them to grow stronger.
"You two damned scumbags, open the door!"
"At worst, we'll fight to the death outside first."
"God-Tier Pills, you really have the nerve to ask."
Outside the grand hall, a group of cultivators cursed vehemently, showing not a shred of a cultivator's dignity, acting entirely like street ruffians.
They were blocked outside by a pair of five-meter-tall vermilion gates.
At a glance, the Medicine Hall looked utterly ordinary, devoid of any divine mists or immortal lights, but upon truly coming into contact with the palace, one would discover that every inch of it was covered in terrifying restrictions.
The grade of each restriction was beyond what these cultivators could forcefully shatter at the moment; they could only follow the rules and enter the Medicine Hall through the gates.
As for these two gates, they were forged from special divine materials. No energy could affect the gates, and the only thing that could move them was raw brute force.
None of the cultivators present had expected those