Booming excitement swept across the entire Desolate Heaven Empire like a wildfire.
From the icy peaks of the North to the scorched plains of the South, cultivators, sects, rogue wanderers, powerful clans, and ambitious upstarts—everyone had their eyes set on a single place:
The Ancient Ruins!
Today was the day its barrier would finally be opened for the world to see.
Almost everyone knew about it.
Several cultivators had even tried to break through on their own, believing they were the chosen ones, only to be seriously injured by the backlash of the barrier.
Cities buzzed. Markets emptied. Mountains trembled under the thunder of stampeding cultivators.
Flying swords and spirit beasts streaked across the skies like meteors.
Even the clans that hadn't stepped foot out of seclusion in decades were suddenly on the move.
