Immortal energy continuously poured from the crack in the bronze gate.
The plaza outside the gate erupted into complete chaos.
"Charge!"
"The Immortal Hall is open—the great opportunity lies right before us!"
"Grab it now! If you're too slow, you won't even get a sip of the soup!"
Several hundred cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, surged desperately toward the two-meter-wide gap in the gate.
Everyone understood the value of relics left behind by ancient immortals.
As long as one obtained a complete Immortal Artifact or a scroll of ancient immortal scripture, the entire cultivation world would be shaken.
Although the remaining forces of the Great Chu Dynasty and Yin Moon Holy Dynasty had been wiped out, the plaza still held cultivators from dozens of sects and factions, large and small.
Earlier, they had been cowed by Chen Changqing's brutal methods and had not dared act rashly.
But now that they saw the immortal gate wide open, the greed in their hearts utterly overwhelmed their fear.
Dozens of streaks of escaping light tore through the void, plunging toward the colossal bronze gate in a frantic race.
Chen Yong, standing outside the gate, hurriedly retreated several zhang, afraid of being caught up in the frenzy of the maddened crowd.
The seven or eight Deity Transformation Peak cultivators at the front wore ecstatic expressions. Half their feet had already crossed the bronze threshold.
Rumble!
The void deep within the hall suddenly trembled.
The ancient formation patterns on the surface of the colossal bronze gate instantly turned a blinding blood-red.
An incomparably powerful invisible shockwave swept out through the gap in the gate.
Those seven or eight God Transformation cultivators did not even have time to scream before their bodies exploded in midair into clouds of blood mist.
Blood rain, mixed with fragments of shattered