To the west of the Tai Ming Empire lay a desert stretching thousands of li. In terms of size, it was even considerably larger than the Tagor Desert of the Jia Ma Empire. The only reason this region belonged to the Tai Ming Empire was that one of its ancestors had once set foot here. More importantly, the surrounding nations simply had no interest in this barren land, where there were scarcely even any Magical Beasts.
Yet deep within this once-desolate desert, a camp capable of housing over a thousand people had risen from the ground. Even more astonishingly, an enormous Space Rift, over ten zhang wide and several dozen zhang tall, stood directly west of the camp.
The Space Rift emitted ripples of spatial fluctuation, while a powerful pressure from ancient times blanketed an area hundreds of kilometers wide, making even many Dou Zong experts tremble slightly.
Yao Jiangcang watched the slowly rising sun, narrowing his eyes slightly as he pondered something unknown.
At that moment, a Middle-aged Man appeared at his side, his usual smile on his face. "Senior Yao, everything is ready. We can lift the seal and enter now."
Yao Jiangcang turned to glance at Mo Xiu, then looked toward the main force of the Allied Army slowly gathering ahead. With a soft sigh, he leaned on his fully repaired blue Wooden Staff and walked toward the crowd.
When everyone saw Yao Jiangcang approach, they all looked upon this great figure who had dominated the Northwest Region for centuries with considerable respect.
"Cough, cough..." Yao Jiangcang coughed twice, his voice carrying through the entire camp on a surge of Dou Qi and bringing the previous clamor to an end. "Since you have all come here, I trust you have made up your minds. The seal can