The stone gates of the Kunlun Divine Palace stood wide open, yet no one guarded the entrance. Even the palace's guardian beast, the Kaiming Beast, was nowhere to be seen—a blatant "I'm a trap, come on in" setup inviting people to walk right into the urn.
The people of the human race looked at one another, all wearing helpless expressions.
Now that the divine palace had appeared in the world, everyone wanted to go inside and take a look. If they happened to meet an Immortal and receive his guidance, or found some divine artifact or secret manual within the palace, perhaps they could immediately rise to become one of the powerful figures of Divine Land, their names shining across the entire starry sky like those of the sages of old.
But was the divine palace really that easy to enter? Were Immortals really that easy to meet?
The divine palace had thrown open its gates to welcome them. Could there be some sinister plot lurking inside?
It was said that Immortals had all cultivated from ordinary humans. Those who had attained the true path and taken their places among the ranks of the Immortals—how deep and calculating must their minds be, and how vast their wisdom? How could people like that be easy to deal with?
"You're all as timid as mice. You crossed mountains and rivers, traveling thousands upon thousands of miles to the Kunlun Ruins in search of the divine palace, yet now that it's right before your eyes, you've stopped and don't dare go in—" Amid the confusion, the Ghost King spoke in a shrill voice. He was the troublemaker among the human race, turning his words into knives every time and stabbing them into the hearts of others with a rapid series of thrusts, leaving