Three days passed quickly in quiet anticipation.
Ever since the day Xiao Yan used thunderous methods to defeat Yang Hao in the restaurant, no blind fools had come to provoke them over the past three days. Han Feng and his group were quite happy for the peace and did not go out again, simply waiting quietly in the manor for the Ancient Realm to open.
On the morning of the third day, when the golden morning light poured down from the edge of the sky like a gauze curtain, this ancient sacred city instantly became bustling.
Today was the day when the mysterious gate of the Ancient Clan's Ancient Realm would officially open.
This mysterious space was almost a world of its own, personally carved out by legendary Dou Di powerheads. Toward it, the vast majority of people in Ancient Sacred City were filled with curiosity and yearning. After all, not many people across the current continent possessed such supreme divine ability to carve out space.
As clamor rose from various parts of the city, Han Feng's group had also finished packing and preparing, leaving their guest rooms and exiting the manor directly to walk briskly toward the city center amidst the dense crowd of people.
In the center of Ancient Sacred City, there was a huge lake.
The lake water was exceptionally clear, resembling a polished, gleaming blue mirror reflecting the sky. Strangely, however, gazing intently failed to reveal the bottom at all; that profound depth seemed capable of sucking a person's soul right in, chilling many people's hearts.
At this moment, the surroundings of this huge lake were already packed with a dense crowd of people. Voices were boiling, the clamor soaring to the heavens, and even the surrounding tall buildings were crowded with figures. One fiery gaze