After ten years of being open, the Sky Flame Mountain Range had finally reached the day it was to close. It would remain hidden for five hundred years. When the Sky Flame Mountain Range opened again, it would still attract countless eyes.
But of all the Core Formation cultivators present, how many would still be alive when it opened next time? No one could know.
"Alas, when the Sky Flame Mountain Range first opened, there were thirty or forty thousand cultivators who entered through this entrance. Yet now, only a little over ten thousand remain. The world is truly fickle. I imagine most of the other fellow Daoists have surely perished here."
Just as everyone stared at the changing restrictions around the exit ahead, someone let out a soft sigh. His voice held both lamentation and a trace of desolation.
Upon suddenly hearing those words, the others felt the same way in their hearts.
Although cultivators possessed resilient minds, they were ultimately made of flesh and blood. Everyone had personally experienced the fierce competition within the Sky Flame Mountain Range. It could be said that every cultivator had survived to this point only after fighting through one narrow escape after another.
After dozens of life-and-death battles, quite a few among them had deepened their Great Dao insights considerably. Once they left this place and secluded themselves for several years, they might even be lucky enough to break through the bottleneck that had troubled them for decades or centuries.
Watching the expressions on everyone's faces, Qin Fengming felt little resonance in his heart.
Of everyone who had ventured deep into the Sky Flame Mountain Range this time, he could be said to have gained the most. Not only had he broken through the shackles that made it difficult for the Five