Old Cloth Goes Berserk [Part One]

On the highest peak of the Yin-Yang Dao Field, everyone held their breath, their hearts gripped by intense unease.

That door had detached itself and stood upon the ground once more.

Blood streamed from the crack in the door, a scene both bizarre and terrifying.

However, those outside the door could not see that tattered Exotic Gold Cloth. It lay beyond everyone's perception.

Dao Child Qin Empire Ming was the exception. He had truly witnessed this scene.

He was a longtime owner of the Exotic Gold Cloth, his fate intimately bound to it.

His head began to throb. That piece of cloth definitely had an "owner."

Otherwise, outsiders would not have been unable to see it.

There was an owner behind the white door? The thought sent chills down everyone's spine.

What stood before them now was no white door, but a Flesh Door.

"The door is opening."

Everyone confirmed that it was no illusion. A hand had reached out through the crack.

The crack widened. That hand was deathly pale and stained with blood, prying the door open with all its might, seeking to reopen this mysterious gateway.

But the Dao Venerable was dead, forever fallen into silence.

Then who was this?

Many people felt their souls tremble, as though an immense crisis had descended.

And what exactly was that door?

Was it an external object, or had it originally belonged to the Dao Venerable?

And at this moment, who was borrowing it?

The door dripped with blood, shrouded in layer upon layer of mist, seemingly transformed into an exceedingly dangerous passage.

An old Earth Immortal spoke in a trembling voice. "Could the Dao Venerable be alive? Perhaps there is some substance within the door that can bring him back to life."

People came up with two possibilities.

First,