"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Although the Myriad Gods Tomb of the Shining Stars was ancient and steeped in mystery, those gathered outside naturally could not simply force their way in by brute strength.
Yet the mountain wall, nearly the same color as the surrounding mountain itself, left them with no choice but to attack it by force.
They bombarded it for more than half an hour.
Only then did the gates of the Myriad Gods Tomb of the Shining Stars appear before them.
They were over thirty zhang tall and more than twenty zhang wide.
Because countless attacks had struck them,
the terrifying explosive force had effortlessly blasted every attachment on the gates into powder, leaving them incomparably clean.
Even the seams outlining every mural upon the gates were laid bare before everyone's eyes.
Young Master Yun waved a hand, and two elderly men, whose cultivation auras were at most at the early Heaven Star Position, yet whose appearances suggested they stood on death's doorstep, shuffled forward.
As they moved, even those spoiled young masters of the Four Symbols Sect followed them with respectful expressions. Some took tea from their Storage Bags and served it at the side.
Others waited reverently beside the two men.
Seeing how they stood ready for orders at any moment, one could not help wondering whether, if the two old men merely coughed lightly, they would promptly bring out spittoons and wait upon them.
"As expected of the tomb residence of the Myriad Gods. This tomb gate alone is not something Formation Masters of the Land of Shining Stars could forge!" one old man said.
"Indeed, indeed! Though the two of us are not the peerless Formation Masters that appear once in ten thousand years in the Land of Shining Stars, we can still be considered