After leaving the guest manor in Ancient Saint City, Xiao Yu and his two companions followed the crowd toward the center of the city.
At the city's center lay an enormous lake. Its waters were exceptionally clear, yet its bottom could not be seen.
At a glance, the depths beneath its surface resembled a profound, pitch-black abyss, striking dread into anyone who looked.
By now, people packed the shores of the lake, crowding every inch of space. The buildings surrounding it were also covered with spectators.
Every gaze was focused on the lake.
Above the water, armored figures stood straight with spears in hand. Each radiated a formidable aura, and their combined presence was so overwhelming that no one dared set foot on the lake.
"Everyone, the Ancient Realm will open shortly. Its territory is vast, and wandering recklessly may leave you lost. Should you stray into a spatial rift, you may well perish in Void Space. Thus, once you enter, please do not roam about at will."
At the center of the lake, an old man in white robes called out in a ringing voice.
"Once you enter the Ancient Realm, someone will receive you and take you to its center, the Ancient Saint Mountain Range. In addition, Ancient Clan Descendants live within the realm. Please do not disturb them, or you may find yourselves blacklisted by our Gu Clan. Is that clear?"
Many polite replies rose from outside the lake at the old man's words.
Even these people, who could be called experts in the Central Plains, dared not show any disrespect toward members of the Gu Clan.
Just then, ripples suddenly spread across the tranquil lake. Everyone immediately sensed an extraordinarily terrifying spatial fluctuation spreading from the space above its waters.
Boom!
When that terrifying spatial fluctuation