Heavenly Prodigies Gather, The Ruins Open

The Flying Boat flew for a full ten days before finally coming to a stop.

Song Zhong stepped down from the Flying Boat and looked up to see an incomparably towering palace.

Though the palace appeared somewhat dilapidated, even incomplete in places, it was simply too enormous.

It looked taller than some mountains, and the tightly shut, bronze-rusted gates seemed more than a li long.

Standing before such a majestic structure, one could not help but feel one's own insignificance.

The entire structure looked like a divine dragon emerging from the sea—though only half of one.

Song Zhong felt that the palace seemed to be only half complete.

At this moment, a crowd had gathered around the structure. Though there were not as many people as during the Xingyi Sect examination, it was still packed shoulder to shoulder.

Moreover, these people were clearly divided into three groups.

One group was dressed entirely in black, every one of them seeming to radiate an eerie, sinister aura.

These should have been people of the demonic path.

The group in the middle was much smaller, likely those factions that were neither wholly righteous nor wholly evil. The remaining group was roughly equal in number to the black-clad people.

When they saw the Hundred Peaks Sect arrive, several old men among them nodded in greeting, and some even called out.

"Elder Chen, you've come as well."

"Elder Chen, it has been a hundred years since we last met."

"Elder Chen, your Hundred Peaks Sect must have taken in quite a few outstanding disciples this year, right?"

Song Zhong paid them no mind and simply stared in the direction of the gates.

They had arrived, but the gates still had not opened.

If they did not open soon, he was about to break through again!