Before the Myriad Laws Heavenly Gate, the clamor and astonished cries subsided slightly.
As though drawn by an unseen force, everyone's gaze converged on the white-robed figure slowly approaching the towering gate.
Ye Tian walked calmly, neither hurried nor slow.
It was as though what lay before him was not a gateway to an opportunity that appeared once in ten thousand years, but merely an ordinary door in his own backyard.
Behind him, Huang Ruoxi, Su Qinglian, Xiao Yan, and his other followers kept pace.
Their auras were concentrated, their gazes resolute. Though they made no deliberate attempt to release their pressure, the powerful cultivation they exuded and their absolute trust in the figure ahead were already enough to inspire fear.
Upon reaching the gate, Ye Tian stopped.
Unlike the others, he did not impatiently circulate his mana or awaken his bloodline.
He simply raised his eyes in silence, looking at the ancient gate with its flickering runes and entwining chains of order.
Within his fathomless eyes, the profound trajectories of the myriad Daos were reflected as they flowed.
The next moment, he moved.
With merely a flicker of thought, the chaos physique within him, silent as an abyss, quietly awakened like a sleeping Primordial Ancestral Dragon.
Hum!
An indescribably vast aura spread from within him.
It seeped outward like rain nourishing all things without a sound—a Chaos Aura of the utmost purity, as though returning to the origin of all the heavens!
The hazy gray chaos aura resembled the Light of the Primordial Beginning.
It rose in wisps from every pore on Ye Tian's body. Though not dazzling, it instantly captivated everyone's attention.
As though alive, the wisps flowed slowly, winding toward the Myriad Laws Heavenly Gate of their own accord.
At first, the gate's runes merely glimmered, and