Immortal energy continuously surged from the crack in the bronze gate.
The plaza outside the gate erupted into complete chaos.
"Charge!"
"The Immortal Hall is open—the great opportunity is right before our eyes!"
"Grab it now! If you're slow, you won't even get the soup!"
Several hundred cultivators, their eyes red with greed, scrambled toward the two-meter-wide gap in the gate.
Everyone understood the value of an ancient immortal's legacy.
As long as one obtained a complete Immortal Artifact or a scroll of ancient immortal scripture, the entire cultivation world would be shaken.
Although the remnant forces of the Great Chu Dynasty and the Yinyue Holy Dynasty had been wiped out, the plaza still held cultivators from dozens of sects and schools, great and small.
Previously, Chen Changqing's brutal methods had intimidated them into not daring to act rashly.
But now that the immortal gate had opened wide, the greed in their hearts completely overwhelmed their fear.
Dozens of streaks of light tore through the void, plunging toward the massive bronze gate in a mad rush.
Chen Yong, standing outside the gate, hurriedly retreated several yards, afraid of being caught up in the frenzy of the crazed crowd.
The foremost seven or eight Spirit Transformation peak cultivators were wild with joy, with one foot already over the bronze threshold.
Rumble!
The void deep within the hall suddenly trembled.
The ancient array patterns on the surface of the massive bronze gate instantly turned a blinding blood-red.
An incomparably powerful invisible blast swept out from the crack in the gate.
The seven or eight Spirit Transformation cultivators did not even have time to scream before their bodies exploded in midair into clouds of blood mist.
A rain of blood fell to the ground alongside fragments of shattered magical artifacts.
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