Outside the Fentian Ancient Treasure, the atmosphere in the crimson plaza grew increasingly tense. The palace phantom within the distorted space became clearer and clearer, while the ancient ripples faintly emanating from it quickened everyone's breathing.
Xiao Yan remained hidden among the crowd, like a crouching leopard, calmly observing the various factions. He noticed that the Soul Hall group seemed to have briefly contacted the Tian Ming Sect. Though it had been discreet, he keenly caught the interwoven fluctuations of cold Soul Power and the Tian Ming Sect's sinister aura.
"Teacher, could the Soul Hall and the Tian Ming Sect have joined forces?" Xiao Yan asked gravely in his heart.
A trace of solemnity appeared on Yao Lao's illusory face as well. "Not necessarily joined forces, but they have likely reached some temporary agreement. The Tian Ming Sect specializes in corpse refinement and soul control, so they could be considered professionally aligned with the Soul Hall. It is not strange for such factions to join hands temporarily for the treasures within this ancient trove. Boy, be especially wary of both sides after entering."
Xiao Yan silently nodded, burying that vigilance deep within his heart.
At that moment, the distorted space suddenly began to fluctuate violently!
"Buzz—!"
A massive roar resounded through heaven and earth. The enormous palace phantom abruptly solidified several degrees, while the tightly shut ancient gate formed from flames let out a heavy creak and slowly opened a crack!
"The ancient treasure has opened!"
"Charge! The opportunity is right in front of us!"
"Move aside, don't block the way!"
The entire plaza instantly erupted into chaos! Countless figures surged toward the cracked flaming gate like a swarm of locusts, eyes red as they charged madly forward. Dou Qi raged everywhere, and roars shook the sky as the scene