The Ancient Immortal Hall stood at the very center of the shattered continent.
Its bronze-cast doors were tightly shut, their surfaces carved with intricate, arcane patterns of ancient formations that faintly radiated the oppressive weight of countless ages.
An expansive white jade plaza stretched before the doors, where several hundred cultivators had gathered.
More than half the young elites from the Ten Great Sacred Lands, the great dynasties, and the foremost aristocratic clans of the Nine Provinces had appeared here.
Many cultivators crowded around the doors, employing all manner of methods to push them open or probing the formation patterns with Spiritual Sense and Magical Artifacts.
Some unleashed Peak-grade Spirit Treasures to bombard them, while masters proficient in formations sat cross-legged and worked through calculations. Yet the two enormous bronze doors did not so much as tremble. Instead, they reflected all the incoming spiritual power, forcing several cultivators back as they vomited blood on the spot.
"This Ancient Immortal Hall has existed for countless ages. They say it holds true methods of ascending to immortality and supreme Immortal Artifacts, but how exactly are we supposed to get inside?"
"They won't open at all. Trying to break the formation by force will only bring its backlash down on us."
As everyone debated, the space at the edge of the plaza suddenly rippled.
Two figures slowly descended through the air.
The young man in blue at the front walked with his hands behind his back, his expression composed. It was Chen Changqing.
Chen Yong followed obediently just behind him to one side, watching their surroundings warily.
The moment Chen Changqing landed, the noisy plaza fell silent.
"It's him!!!!"
"Shushan's First Holy Son, Chen Changqing!!!"
**"The top-ranked cultivator on the Heavenly Void Mirror! That god of slaughter who killed more than two hundred