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Between two massive icebergs, a rotating Black Hole hung suspended. It seemed capable of swallowing all things. Spiritual energy from the outside world poured into it without pause, yet it never seemed full.

This terrifying Black Hole was the entrance to the Ruins. It looked as though it could draw people into another time and space.

People crowded around the Ruins, but most were now young prodigies, unlike the older experts who had gathered there at first.

Entry into the Ruins had an age limit. Several days earlier, the major factions had returned to bring their young prodigies here, though not all of them.

Dozens of groups were already present, and more people kept arriving, most of them Rogue Cultivators.

After hearing the news, many Rogue Cultivators had rushed over from different places. They did not believe the major factions' claim that entry into the Ruins would begin in a month. The factions had only said that to give one another time to bring their people here. Once their people arrived, they would enter at once. Why would they wait for Rogue Cultivators?

Rogue Cultivators had no one to rely on but themselves. They were unlike the major factions' prodigies, whose elders could use Soul Power to drag them swiftly here.

Many raced toward the Ruins. Those coming from far away strained with all their might, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs.

At the outermost edge of the crowd, a strangely dressed group appeared. They wore black Cloaks and Ghost Masks, looking like phantoms in the night, as though they could not bear to be seen.

People instinctively probed them with their mental power, only to find, to their bewilderment, that they could neither see through the masks nor sense the group's strength. Their mental power could