The old fossil of the Asura Race who had self-severed his Creation Realm cultivation moved.
He said nothing, merely following behind Xiu Fu as he stepped through the gate.
The five peak Mythic experts exchanged glances, then charged inside at the same time.
More than thirty old Mythic fossils rushed in as well, followed by over twenty peak Emperor Venerables.
At that moment, Xue Hezi's eyes lit up as well.
He looked at the open gate, at the statue behind it whose eyes had opened, and a greedy smile curled across his lips.
"The secret realm of the Primordial Netherworld Clan, the legacy of the Primordial Netherworld Clan—I too am a descendant of its bloodline. Why should I give it to the Asura Race and the Human Race?"
He took a step forward, his figure turning into a streak of gray light as he shot through the gate.
The nine people behind him moved as well. No one spoke, but the desire in their eyes was even stronger, fiercer, and madder than Xue Hezi's.
The Blood Sea Secret Realm fell silent.
Only those Asura Race experts blocked outside the entrance remained. They stared at the open gate and the murky gray void beyond it, their eyes filled with fury and unwillingness, yet they could not enter.
The origin of the Blood Sea Secret Realm was rejecting them, and the Blood Sea Sky-Locking Array was stopping them. They could only stand outside and watch as the gate slowly closed.
A gray void.
When Chu Tian opened his eyes, he found himself standing within a vast palace.
The palace walls were not built from stone, but condensed from gray-black Netherworld aura. They were icy to the touch, piercing to the bone, as though he were touching death itself.
There were no stars