The Ancient Immortal Hall stood at the very center of the shattered continent.
Its bronze-cast doors were tightly shut, their surfaces carved with intricate, profound ancient array patterns that faintly exuded an oppressive aura of age and weight.
Before the hall lay a broad white jade plaza, where several hundred cultivators had gathered.
Young experts from the Ten Great Sacred Lands, the various imperial dynasties, and the top aristocratic families of the Nine Provinces were almost more than half present.
Quite a few cultivators surrounded the edge of the doors, employing all manner of methods in an attempt to push them open or probing the array patterns with divine sense artifacts.
Some unleashed Top-grade Spirit Treasures against them, while masters proficient in arrays sat cross-legged and deduced their workings. Yet the two enormous bronze doors did not so much as tremble. Instead, they reflected all the spiritual power hurled at them, jolting several cultivators into coughing up blood and staggering back.
"The Ancient Immortal Hall has existed for countless ages. Rumor has it that it contains the true path to immortality and peerless Immortal Artifacts, but how are we supposed to get inside?"
"It simply cannot be opened. Forcing our way through the array will only bring backlash from the grand array."
As everyone discussed heatedly, the space at the edge of the plaza suddenly rippled.
Two figures slowly descended, treading upon the void.
The young man in azure robes at the front stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed. It was none other than Chen Changqing.
Chen Yong followed honestly at his rear side, watching the surroundings vigilantly.
The instant Chen Changqing landed, the originally clamorous plaza fell silent.
"It's him!!!!"
"Mount Shu's First Holy Son, Chen Changqing!!!"
"The top-ranked man on the Heavenly Void Mirror—the