"At the border stands a wall as high as a mountain, with three feet and three inches left to the heavens!"
"You little ones are quite knowledgeable. This is my signature technique, the Heavenly Gate Spell. I spent my entire life refining this wall-shaped magic treasure, all for the sake of..." guarding this continent!
Keeping things from Outside the Circle from entering also meant stopping those within the Circle from going out to their deaths...
As they spoke, the Elder Tianmen emerged with a group of Dao Alliance disciples. He had likely heard what Sentience Fu Hua and the others had said earlier, making his entrance with the air of a lofty senior.
His sharp gaze fixed on the Mask Organization and the others. The Elder Tianmen gave a loud shout, his tone unfriendly. "Why have young people like you come to this remote place instead of attending to your own affairs? Leave at once!"
No one understood the threat Outside the Circle better than he did. It was a nightmare that had existed since his birth, a taboo passed down through generation after generation of his ancestors. A taboo that could not be spoken of.
He could not allow these ignorant people to act recklessly!
"He's... the Elder Tianmen?"
Crimson Kite's spirit body floated beside Sentience Fu Hua, curiously watching the Elder Tianmen ahead. She knew some things, but there was still much she had never truly seen.
That old man really was long-lived. In the original story, when Wangquan Baye was young and ventured Outside the Circle, the Elder Tianmen was already over seventy. By the time of the Golden Morning Dawn incident, Wangquan Baye and the others had reached middle age, yet the Elder Tianmen was still alive. He had relied entirely on his Heavenly Gate Spell