Yanmen was back to normal.
A large crowd of Cultivators was already waiting there.
As soon as Xu Yuan and the others returned, they were teleported back to the real world, arriving inside the Imperial Palace.
Each of them received an extraordinarily warm welcome.
Everyone applauded.
"Good. We now have reliable information and can enter Yanmen."
Fu Xiuyi spoke.
"Who wants to go? Raise your hand," Lu Qingxuan asked.
Every hand went up.
What a joke!
Four people had gone in, and three had obtained "Rule," each more powerful than the last.
Xu Yuan had even obtained a "Law" as part of the package. Once he recovered, he could use it straightaway.
And they were only students without much strength.
If Cultivators like us went in and made greater contributions to Yanmen—
The rewards would surely be richer!
The "Rule" we received ought to be stronger than the students', too!
No one said it aloud.
But everyone was thinking it.
Whose mouth wasn't watering?
"Let's confirm what really happened first. Could you demonstrate?" Lu Qingxuan asked.
"Of course." Zhang Pengcheng drew his Long Sword and slashed out a blade of light.
The blade of light suddenly became a Falling Meteor. It smashed through the entire Grand Hall and gouged a deep crater into the square outside.
Dense layers of protective light surged up from the Magic Arrays, shielding everyone.
A piercing alarm rang across the sky.
Cultivators hurried over from afar, first astonished that the Imperial Palace had suffered such a terrifying attack, then stunned by the scene at Clearheart Hall. Inside Clearheart Hall.
The Great Cultivators stared at the Meteorite Crater without a word. Flames seemed to dance in their eyes, impossible to suppress.
Time fell silent at that moment.
Before anyone realized it.
Everyone's gaze had settled on