Godfall
At this moment, when Xu Zimo and the Divine Emperor arrived, everyone rose to their feet.
They bowed deeply to the two of them.
"Greetings, Devil Master, Divine Emperor."
"Rise," Xu Zimo said, waving a hand.
With a rough glance, he saw that nearly half the patriarchs of the various forces across the five regions of the Yuanyang Continent had gathered here.
It was clear that the Ruins of the Gods held tremendous allure for them.
The patriarchs, who had originally been imposing and composed, now looked at one another uneasily after Xu Zimo and the Divine Emperor arrived.
"Where are the Ruins of the Gods?" Xu Zimo asked.
Someone beside him immediately replied, "Devil Master, three li east of here, on the left side of the canyon, that stretch of void is all nothingness.
"Every ten years, the canyon undergoes a cycle in which yin and yang reverse. In the end, a gate opens, allowing others to enter."
Following the man's gaze, Xu Zimo saw that amid the lush shade of the trees, the fluctuations in the void were indeed immense.
They had already begun affecting the surrounding space.
It was somewhat like devouring, continuously expanding.
"This ruin is a Small World?" Xu Zimo asked.
"More or less. The space inside is vast, but it is also fraught with danger," the person beside him replied.
"Even we only venture about the outer perimeter. We do not dare go too far inside."
That statement was somewhat exaggerated. After all, they stood at the pinnacle of the mundane world on the Yuanyang Continent.
If even people like them did not dare enter, then it would not be strange if the Ruins of the Gods rivaled the Ten Great Forbidden Grounds.
"How much longer until it opens?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Judging