The Space Wormhole's transit did not last long. When Xiao Yan emerged from the weightless dizziness and set foot on solid ground, a scorching, ancient aura rushed toward him.
He appeared in a vast crimson plaza. The plaza was paved with dark-red boulders engraved with long-faded flame patterns, exuding an air of antiquity. Looking into the distance, he saw an endless range of lava mountains at the far end of the plaza. Above the mountains, space was unnaturally distorted and folded. Within it, the phantom of an incomparably massive palace seemed to rise and sink faintly. That was—the Fentian Ancient Treasure!
At this moment, the crimson plaza, large enough to hold hundreds of thousands, was already packed with voices. A sea of people stretched as far as the eye could see. Powerful auras rose and fell one after another. Dou Huangs were as numerous as hairs on an ox, Dou Zong experts could be seen everywhere, and in certain areas, there were even formidable auras that made space itself ripple slightly. Those had to be Dou Zun-level existences!
Xiao Yan's arrival did not draw much attention. He concealed his aura, blending into the crowd as his sharp gaze swept over the surroundings.
"It seems the information was correct. The Fentian Ancient Treasure's allure is simply too great." Yao Lao's voice rang out in Xiao Yan's heart. "Watch those people in grayish-white robes with medicine cauldron patterns on their cuffs. They are from the Tian Ming Sect, Starfall Pavilion's old rivals. And over there, those surrounded by cold air are the people from Ice River Valley. Their attributes clash with the Fentian Ancient Treasure's, yet they still came to join the excitement. They probably have another purpose."
Xiao Yan silently committed this to memory. The Tian Ming Sect and Ice River