Streams of light rose together and, like moths flying into a flame, plunged into the Bronze Gate and vanished.
The Three Demonic Dao Sects went first, followed by the three Orthodox Dao sects.
Last came the two Nascent Soul Rogue Cultivators accompanying the Profound Serpent Manor Master.
Cloudcliff Abbey still had not arrived, but clearly no one cared anymore. The Rakshasa Sea had opened. Why worry about anything else?
After the sacred-ground disciples on the seven raised platforms entered, the scene fell quiet for a breath.
Then the Core Formation Cultivators farther away, who had been standing at the edge of the desert, could no longer hold back. One after another, they turned into streaks of light and flew up, scrambling to plunge into the Bronze Gate.
Each feared that a moment's delay would cost them this chance.
Meanwhile, underground, inside the deep pit.
The Black-and-White Divine Hall's Core Formation Cultivators stood in ordered ranks, forming square formations as they entered the Bronze Gate ahead. Several Nascent Soul Cultivators stood on either side of the gate.
There was a gate in the sky and a path beneath the earth.
All led into the Rakshasa Sea.
"Hm?"
When Ji Yuan came to his senses, he found ancient trees towering overhead and ghostly mist curling around him. From deep within the dense forest came wave after wave of wails and wolfish howls.
He immediately raised a protective glow and summoned Thunder, Canglan, and Bloodslayer. The three swords guarded him in a triangular formation.
Lightning spilled across their blades.
Only then did he release his Divine Sense, intending to search in every direction.
But the instant he sent it out, Ji Yuan felt it being suppressed.
The suppression might not have been especially strong against his Nascent Soul Divine Sense, but it was