A white light blossomed from the Gate of Creation, sweeping over all the Creation Stones and swallowing them in one fell swoop.
Along with the Creation Stones, the Primordial Clan cultivator beneath the gate was swallowed as well.
After he left, the other Primordial Clan members did not go far from the Gate of Creation. Instead, together with the Grand Shaman and Grand Demon clans, they guarded the only road leading to the Gate of Creation.
Any cultivator wishing to pass through this road and head to the Gate of Creation had to hand over three Creation Stones before being allowed through.
The roadblocking actions of the Primordial, Grand Demon, and Grand Shaman clans quickly drew dissatisfaction from cultivators of the other races.
"Those Three Ancient Clans are far too overbearing. Isn't this just highway robbery?"
"Get used to it. That's just how they are. Every time Creation Mountain opens, it's the same. Three Creation Stones aren't much; just pay them."
"The Primordial, Grand Demon, and Grand Shaman clans have always stood together through thick and thin, advancing and retreating as one. All three are among the Ten Great Powerful Clans of the Spirit Realm. Once they join hands, no one dares provoke them."
Though everyone grumbled bitterly, none dared show even the slightest dissatisfaction before the cultivators of the three clans.
Every opening of Creation Mountain was equivalent to a collision between the various races.
The weak either had to live at others' mercy or obediently tuck their tails between their legs.
As Xu Chunniang drew closer and closer to the Gate of Creation, she encountered increasingly more cultivators from various races. Most had found at least some members of their own race and traveled in groups of three or five.
A lone traveler like her was instead a