This Old Man Spent Billions Setting Up Formations-Now I'm Broke

At that moment, a hand reached out from within the opening. It was covered in wrinkles, its skin dry and shriveled.

It seemed to grasp toward this space.

In an instant, the black dot that had been expanding slowly abruptly grew to a full meter in size.

Tang Dongyang narrowed his eyes at the sight, a red button appearing in his hand.

Not yet. He had to wait a little longer.

To maximize the gains, sweat beaded in Tang Dongyang's palm as his gaze remained fixed on the spatial passage.

"Mid-stage Golden Core."

Gu Yuan naturally ignored the so-called pressure and missile threat. Standing less than a hundred meters from the spatial passage, he saw through the realm of that hand at a glance.

Then, the passage reached two meters in height.

They were here.

Space trembled faintly, and within moments, over a hundred cultivators stepped out.

Their realms varied—Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment.

At that moment, a white-haired old man walked out from among them.

He was the owner of that hand from before.

"The spiritual energy is so thin?"

The old man's first words after emerging were an assessment of the spiritual energy in this world.

He seemed somewhat disdainful, but said nothing further.

"Begin."

His lips moved slightly.

The many cultivators who had followed him then stood upon swords and flew in all directions.

This was bad.

Tang Dongyang had not expected them to disperse and each carry out separate tasks instead of gathering first and striking together.

Several hundred cultivators had already assembled. If he did not act, unrest would inevitably break out elsewhere.

Sword Armor!

The long sword in his hand left its sheath. An utterly ordinary magic artifact instantly carried an unrivaled sword intent as it shot toward the spatial passage.

"Golden Core?"

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