The popularity of the Great Desolate Ancient Plain became clear the moment Lei Qi reached its outskirts and looked down at the endless stream of ant-like silhouettes across the vast plain below. The inheritance within was simply too tempting.
There were countless experts hoping to soar in a single stroke through a fortuitous encounter.
Unfortunately, only a limited few could truly rise.
No matter how numerous the rest were, they were merely cannon fodder.
By the time he reached the front, he saw an ancient stone stele nearly a thousand zhang tall standing silently at the deepest part of the plain. A desolate, ancient aura spread from it, making people feel the might of that ancient sect from long ago.
Enormous ancient runes covered the stele, flickering in and out of sight. Beneath them, terrifying fluctuations capable of tearing apart heaven and earth gathered and churned. Before such power, one could clearly feel their own insignificance.
The ancient stele stood upon the plain like a stairway connecting heaven and earth—majestic, grand, ancient, and weathered.
This was the entrance.
Several forces, large and small, had already gathered here.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as countless people waited expectantly, the sound of rushing wind came from behind the sea of people once more. Great swathes of light streaked swiftly through the low sky, drawing startled cries from all around.
Flying deep within the Great Desolate Ancient Plain required resisting tremendous pressure. Still, if one merely skimmed through the low air like this, those with decent strength could barely manage it. As for truly soaring through the high skies, perhaps only Nirvana Realm experts could accomplish that.
The first to arrive was the Lin Clan.
Even after arriving, Lin Langtian still wore an arrogant expression, utterly disregarding everyone else.
Following the Lin Clan's arrival,