"The barrier is open! Disciples of the Heavenly Underworld Sect, heed my command! Enter at once!"
"Where are the disciples of the Flower Sect? Enter the ruins!"
"Burning Flame Valley..."
"Sound Valley..."
"Ice River Valley..."
"Starfall Pavilion..."
"Wind Lightning Pavilion..."
"Yellow Springs Pavilion..."
"Myriad Sword Pavilion..."
At that moment, all nine Dou Zun experts in the sky opened their eyes, looked toward the front of the valley, and called out in unison.
Their voices swept across the entire area like a hurricane, reaching everyone's ears.
Nine of the eleven publicly recognized strongest factions on the Central Plains Continent had come. That alone showed just how irresistible the ruins left by a Peak Dou Zun expert were.
The remaining Dou Zun did not rush inside immediately. Instead, he stared grimly at the nine Dou Zun not far from him.
The auras of the nine experts from the various factions had locked onto him, leaving him unable to move. If he tried to enter ahead of them, he would inevitably face their thunderous wrath.
Upon hearing their leaders' commands, the crowds packed throughout the valley charged at full speed toward a spot within it where spatial fluctuations surged intensely.
"Who was that?!"
Just then, the Six-Star Dou Zun from the Heavenly Underworld Sect shot a sharp look toward the entrance to the ruins. He had just sensed someone entering ahead of everyone else at a terrifying speed.
Hearing his words, the other Dou Zun instantly understood what had happened and vanished from where they stood.
The unaffiliated Dou Zun who had been pinned down also disappeared a moment later.
None of them had expected that while they each harbored their own schemes, someone else would slip ahead and raid their prize.
"Charge!"
The sight of thousands squeezing into the entrance was spectacular.