The two martial brothers sighed with lingering emotion and secretly counted themselves fortunate. After all, their great sects were no pushovers and possessed basic intelligence. They knew that as long as they did not provoke Xuantian, there would basically be no danger.
In their eyes, a great figure with heaven-defying talent like Xuantian could not be bothered to cause trouble for them.
When the gathered crowd saw someone pass through the checkpoint successfully, they immediately stirred. Before long, someone else stepped forward, hoping to imitate Xuantian.
"Fellow Daoist, could you make an exception and let us enter?"
"Scram! Either defeat us and enter by force, or get the hell out of here. Who do you think you are? You think you deserve the same treatment as that lord?"
The older martial brother seemed like a completely different person, no longer displaying his earlier caution. He held his head high, arrogant and exceedingly overbearing.
At the same time, a small cauldron emitting terrifying pressure appeared in his palm. Its runes shone brilliantly, and it faintly radiated power beyond this realm.
"That is an ultimate secret treasure, representing the peak combat strength of the Venerable Realm. We cannot defeat it at all!"
"Hmph, if you do not dare, then stay put. You will be allowed through later!"
Seeing the vast crowd of cultivators cowed into silence, the martial brother nodded in satisfaction. As a disciple of a great sect, he was also considered a genius in the outside world. Xuantian could make him bow and compromise, and he had nothing to say about that. But among the trash before him, he could still regain his sense of superiority.
Xuantian followed the path until he arrived before the ancient altar. Looking up, he saw that it towered high into the sky, its upper