Countless densely packed cracks suddenly appeared across the surface of the gate, radiating five-colored light.
In the blink of an eye, the entire gate was crisscrossed by that light.
Then the gate began to split apart from the middle.
The two enormous doors slowly drew back to either side, revealing a massive opening.
"The guess was correct?"
As he watched the gate open, Ye Lin had no choice but to believe it, no matter how unwilling he was to.
His earlier guess had been completely correct?
In the distance, the members of the Chaos Ancient Clan stared at the scene before them in disbelief.
They had no idea what method Ye Lin had used. They only knew that Ye Lin had swung one sword, and the gate before them had opened.
How was that any different from smashing the gate open by brute force?
A gate that even the clan's peak Quasi-Saint Seventh Heaven expert had been unable to open had been cleaved apart so easily by a single strike from Ye Lin?
Could it be that Ye Lin was even stronger than that peak Quasi-Saint Seventh Heaven mighty expert of their clan?
At that moment, their worldview collapsed.
Because this was the truth they had witnessed.
As for anything else, they knew nothing.
After looking around, Ye Lin lifted a foot and walked forward.
He did not care what the others thought. Right now, he only wanted to take a look—to see what exactly was inside.
His figure crossed the void as he stepped through the opened gate.
After Ye Lin entered, the Chaos Ancient Clan members and the cultivators from the Origin Continent looked at one another, eventually falling into contemplation.
After a moment of silence, they still chose to enter and investigate.
Dozens of figures filed inside