Heavenly Ruins Secret Realm

The atmosphere in the valley was so oppressive it was nearly suffocating.

Li Yunjing and the others stood rooted to the spot, not daring to breathe too loudly as they stared at the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the air, each radiating a terrifying aura.

Even their slightest movements seemed to stir waves of nervousness among the cultivators in the valley.

The other cultivators nearby looked equally grim. Some trembled slightly as they gripped their magical treasures, trying to draw a sliver of security from the cold touch.

A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator could wipe them all out with a single move.

These old monsters of the Nascent Soul Realm all had different tempers. No one wanted to offend them and bring calamity upon themselves.

Time trickled by amid the agonizing wait, each second stretching endlessly.

Suddenly, a deep rumble came from the depths of the valley, like the roar of an ancient behemoth.

A layer of hazy purple mist slowly rose from the valley floor, which had been still until then.

The mist churned and billowed like a living thing, gradually gathering into all manner of strange shapes—now a soaring dragon, now a celestial phoenix in flight.

As the mist continued to rise, a massive stone gate gradually appeared at the bottom of the valley.

The gate was covered in archaic runes. Each one glimmered with mysterious light, bearing the marks of time.

The stone gate trembled slowly, creaking as it moved. The sound made the souls of every living creature quiver.

Seeing this, the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the air all narrowed their eyes. Their auras grew even stronger, and an air of confrontation took shape between them.

Li Yunjing and the others in the valley stared fixedly at the stone gate, their eyes wide with shock