But Yang Lingtian remained unmoved and rejected them all.
For a time, he offended many factions and powerful figures.
Yet he did not care in the slightest. All he wanted was to enter the secret realm and plunder its resources.
Before long, the Blazing Dragon Secret Realm was about to open.
The sky above the mountains had been clear and cloudless, but without warning, a pitch-black crack appeared.
The crack was like a wound torn open in the vault of heaven by sheer force.
Its edges were jagged, and powerful currents of air surged faintly around it.
An ancient, desolate, and boundless aura spread from the crack, sweeping across heaven and earth.
The aura seemed to come from primordial times. It carried the vicissitudes of countless years, along with limitless pressure.
The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, crushing everyone present until they could barely breathe.
Some cultivators with weaker cultivation were even forced to their knees, their entire bodies trembling and their faces pale.
"The entrance to the Blazing Dragon Secret Realm has appeared!" someone cried out.
But although the crack had appeared, it had not fully opened.
It was like a tightly shut portal, blocking everyone from entering.
"At least half of the jade pendants must gather together and form one large jade pendant before the entire entrance can be opened."
An old man from a Saint God-level faction spoke in a low voice, his words ringing across the entire scene.
His voice carried an unquestionable majesty.
"Everyone, throw your jade pendants into the sky!"
Another Saint God Realm powerhouse spoke loudly.
His voice was like the peal of a great bell, deafening to the ears.
Yang Lingtian stood among the crowd, his expression calm.
He had long since learned the steps for entering the Blazing Dragon