Chapter 499: Profound Nether Spirit Tree, Heaven-Cold Spirit Iron, Flood Dragon Remains—"Please vote with your monthly tickets!"
The next day, before dawn.
More than a hundred people sat cross-legged before the gorge leading into Demon-Sealing Valley.
There were sect cultivators gathered in groups, rogue cultivators traveling alone, and Nascent Soul cultivators from sects who had come by themselves.
The darkness had yet to fully recede, and only a thread of fish-belly white showed on the horizon.
The thousand-zhang cliffs on either side of the entrance loomed darkly, like two enormous stone gates locking away the valley's secrets.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Suddenly, the eastern horizon brightened.
The first wisp of purple qi fell into Demon-Sealing Valley.
At that very moment.
A faint sound came from within the valley.
It was exceedingly soft, like ice cracking, like silk tearing, or like someone sighing quietly in the distance.
Barely perceptible, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.
Looking toward the sound, they saw the restrictions at the gorge entrance trembling slightly.
The fluctuations were faint, but they tugged at everyone's hearts.
"The restrictions are about to enter their weakest phase."
Someone abruptly stood, his gaze fixed firmly on the gorge ahead.
All the cultivators rose to their feet.
Countless pairs of eyes turned toward the gorge in unison.
The Nascent Soul cultivators soared into the air, looking down at the valley entrance from above.
Only a moment passed.
After a rumbling sound.
The fluctuations of the gorge's restrictions weakened noticeably, to the point that anyone with a defensive magic treasure could force their way inside.
"Haha, arriving at the right moment beats arriving early."
Just then.
The elders of the Cangshan Sect arrived, led by Duan Wuya.
"Fellow Daoist Duan, I thought your Cangshan Sect wasn't