The aftershock of that spear strike shook the entire Great Moon Slope violently.
The ground beneath their feet cracked apart, a bottomless fissure stretching for dozens of miles. Shattered rock strata surged, and from the depths of the rift, an ancient war fortress was forcibly blasted into view!
The fortress was pitch-black throughout, inscribed with dense ancient Dao Patterns. Time had left countless mottled marks across its surface, yet they did nothing to diminish its suffocatingly heavy primordial aura.
This sudden development ignited the entire Great Moon Slope almost instantly.
From every direction, countless divine senses surged forth wildly, locking onto the war fortress.
Holy Spirits, demons, and experts lurking among the Ten Thousand Races all revealed themselves, their eyes filled with fervor and greed.
The struggle had begun the moment the fortress emerged.
Saint paths collided, Dao Principles intertwined, and the sky above Great Moon Slope was instantly torn apart by multicolored divine light as cries of battle shook the heavens.
Yet Wang Xuan's gaze did not settle on the war fortress that had sparked the melee.
His divine sense pierced through layers of stone walls, crossed surging rubble and dust, and caught a far more hidden presence.
A pair of enormous stone doors.
The stone doors were unimaginably ancient. The patterns upon them had long been worn smooth, leaving only vague outlines.
At that moment, the two massive doors gave off heavy creaks as they slowly shifted, like a colossal beast slumbering through endless ages finally being awakened.
A gap appeared.
White mist slowly flowed from the crack between the doors, hazy and ethereal, drifting with an indescribable charm.
"Over there." Wang Xuan's gaze sharpened as he pointed.
Fairy Guye followed his gesture, narrowing her beautiful eyes. "What is hidden behind those stone doors?"
"Let's go."
Wang Xuan