As dawn began to break, under the focused gazes of everyone from the Nine Provinces, the gateway ahead shuddered, then began opening inch by inch at an extremely slow pace, accompanied by the grating creak of an old door.
During this process, the words "Ghost Gate" grew increasingly scarlet, as though stamped there in fresh human blood.
Dense yin qi spilled out from within, instantly turning the surroundings as bitterly cold as a prison.
It was not cold in the physical sense, but a "chill" that pierced the soul, seeped into the marrow, and froze everything.
Some silently made a comparison. If they were still at their former King-Level strength, spending too long in this temperature might leave them frozen into cripples.
They could not help sighing.
Was this the Disorder of the Ultimate Number that symbolized the end?
Kings who had once stood high above everyone else were not even qualified to serve as cannon fodder in a calamity like this!
The Ghost Gate opened very slowly, taking a full half day, while the sky remained in that dim light of early dawn, as though the entire world had stopped functioning.
However, the news from outside made those present realize that time had not stopped.
The ordinary people of the Nine Provinces had also noticed this strange sight. It was almost noon, yet daylight still had not come. Major news outlets raced to report it and speculate about the cause. Some people panicked, while others were relatively calm. So many bizarre things had happened over the past two years that one more hardly mattered.
A wave of excitement swept across the internet.
Students were overjoyed, and office workers acted as though it were New Year. Pessimists shouted that the apocalypse was coming, while others asked which fellow Daoist was