A great many people had gathered near Blade Mountain. Demon Spirit Masters, Orthodox Spirit Masters, and even the armies of various nations had surrounded the mountain completely. Many had simply settled here from the very beginning.
Two full months had passed since the ruins opened. Everyone's attention was fixed on the altar on Blade Mountain, yet after all that time, it still showed no sign of activity. No one could make sense of it.
How could they enter the ruins? Everyone scratched their heads and ears, at a complete loss. They knew there might be countless treasures inside; ruins with a Spatial Spirit Formation were no ordinary places. Yet no matter how thoroughly they searched around Blade Mountain, they found not a single clue. Perhaps the ruins were not even nearby.
"Quick, look! Something's happening to the altar!" Just then, a voice caught everyone's attention. They looked toward the center and saw the altar giving off a faint glow. At the sight, everyone began pushing forward.
"Everyone, shouldn't we discuss this first? If there's a limit on how many people can enter, how will we divide the places?" Suddenly, a Spirit Marshal addressed the others. Hearing him, everyone stopped.
That was right. The first time the ruins opened, only seventy-seven people had entered. No one knew how many could enter afterward. If they did not settle things properly beforehand, one misstep might spark a major battle.
"Good, let's do that. I think..." Before the speaker could finish, light erupted from the altar. Unlike two months ago, however, this was not the glow of a Teleportation Spirit Formation at all. It was pure spiritual power imbued with light power. Radiant spiritual power did little harm to ordinary people, but for Demon Spirit Masters and Demonfolk, it was an entirely different matter.