Time drifted by, and in the blink of an eye, five days had passed.
As the eastern sky began to pale and a streak of golden dawn spilled down from the horizon, tearing through the night that shrouded the Skeleton Mountain Range, a tremendous Riiip! rang out from within the vast valley, like someone tearing apart an enormous piece of Shu Brocade just to win a beauty's smile.
"What's going on?"
Startled, I rolled over and quickly crawled out of the tent. The others did the same, figures scrambling out one after another and gathering at the edge of the mountaintop.
Looking down, I saw that the countless tiny, fragmented spatial cracks within the valley were rapidly expanding and merging, forming a vast network of enormous spatial fissures dozens, even hundreds of zhang long, spreading across the entire valley!
A single thought arose in everyone's mind.
The Ancient Ruins were about to open!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The deathly silent mountain range instantly burst with life. Countless figures flew out from every direction and every hidden corner, gathering around the valley like a swarm of locusts. The sounds of air being torn apart rang without end.
A shadow suddenly fell over my face. Frowning slightly, I looked up and helplessly discovered that the sky to my east was already packed with figures, blocking the sunlight from the sun that had only just poked its head above the ground.
It was as if heaven and earth had returned to darkness.
"There are way too many people, aren't there?"
I was secretly alarmed. No wonder figures like Wind Venerable and Yao Lao showed lingering fear whenever they mentioned the Ancient Ruins. If every appearance of the Ancient Ruins drew this many powerful experts, anyone would be afraid.
Because so many experts gathering