Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang, and Feng Qing'er ascended to the platform before the gates of the divine palace and waited for nearly a day, yet the gates of Taiyuan Divine Palace still had not opened.
During that time, powerful experts kept climbing onto the platform. The vast majority were either killed outright or fled back down injured; only a very small number of powerful experts could remain on the platform and claim a place for themselves.
The number of experts on the platform never exceeded one hundred.
Many experts who knew their own strength was lacking simply did not go up onto the platform, instead waiting below it for an opportunity. However, even beneath the platform, bloody and cruel battles still filled the area. Killing or knocking down one powerful expert meant one fewer competitor; no one would easily give the weak a chance to pick up scraps.
The brief calm on the platform was shattered by a dull rumble.
The gates of Taiyuan Divine Palace suddenly trembled violently. The golden light curtain on the doors began to flicker madly, bright one moment and dim the next, as though something were about to charge out from within. Streaks of golden cracks spread from the seam between the doors, crawling over the entire gate like a spiderweb. The Primal Qi in the air abruptly turned savage, forming a huge vortex centered on the gate and madly sucking in the surrounding Origin Mist.
"The divine palace is about to open!" someone shouted.
Everyone's gaze focused at the same time on the gate undergoing its change. Some people's eyes were full of greed, some gripped their Dharma treasures tightly, and some silently circulated their Immortal Power—they had waited so long, and at last this moment had come.
However, just then, a dense volley