The various forces that had been cowed into silence were overwhelmed by greed once more the instant they saw that enormous rift.
Their fear was once again crushed beneath their greed.
They had originally thought Yang Lingtian's claim that he was coming to the Abyss of Return was nothing more than an arrogant display.
They had merely followed along to take a look, holding on to the off chance that something might happen.
After all, the opening of the Abyss of Return had never followed any pattern. Sometimes, it might not open even once in tens of thousands of years.
Who could have imagined that the moment Yang Lingtian said he was coming, the entrance would actually appear?
There had to be some earth-shattering secret hidden within.
For a moment, everyone's gaze locked onto Yang Lingtian and that pitch-black rift.
Their breathing grew incredibly heavy, yet not one person dared to move.
The Abyss of Return's reputation was too fearsome. Whoever entered first might also be the first to die.
They were waiting for someone to clear the path.
Under the eyes of the masses, Yang Lingtian moved.
He put away the Sky-Piercing Divine Sword. Without even glancing at the terrifying rift leading to another world, he simply started walking.
His steps were firm as he headed straight toward that pitch-black rift.
It was as if he were not entering some ultimate forbidden land where death was all but certain.
He was merely pushing open the door to his home.
Everyone was stunned by the sight.
He... he just went in like that?
Without the slightest hesitation? Without even a trace of fear?
"Something's wrong!" an old cultivator suddenly cried out.
"What's wrong?" someone beside him hurriedly asked.
"Think about it. No matter how powerful Yang Lingtian is, he's still