Jade-Playing Daoist Lian Nishang said excitedly, "Two cannon shots already."
"One more shot, and the big shots make their entrance!"
"Come on, get ready to welcome the big shots!"
Jade-Playing Daoist puffed out her chest, drew in her stomach, smoothed her long hair, and fussed over her nails.
Wang Quan looked bewildered. "Are the big shots going into the historical fragments with us?"
"If we butter them up now, will they watch our backs once we're inside?"
Jade-Playing Daoist...
Ying Jiaren said coolly, "Rather than buttering up the big shots, we'd be better off finding a few like-minded companions."
Jade-Playing Daoist Lian Nishang shook her head. "That won't work!"
"Everyone's too shrewd. They all know that looking for companions means looking for sacrificial lambs."
"Who would agree to be a sacrificial lamb?"
As they spoke, another cultivator landed on the cannon barrel with a group of spirit monsters, and everyone played instruments, waved flags, and cheered.
Boom!
The third cannon shot rang out, and red light spread.
The next instant, the cannonball left over a hundred millstone-sized black holes in its wake as it flew through the air.
The black holes spun, roaring without end.
Great cultivators stepped out of the red light one after another.
They gave Wang Quan and the others a curious glance, then walked toward the many vortices, step by step.
Bang!
Their flesh and blood merged into the vortices, and each vortex grew larger.
Another great cultivator said gravely, "Everyone, the [All-Under-Heaven Dao Court] has opened one hundred and eight historical fragments this time."
"Most of these historical fragments correspond to the Golden Core Realm."
"They correspond to one hundred and eight anchor points in history."
"Just choose any one of them and enter."
Before the cultivators could make their choices, another important figure said,