On the gleaming white plaza, everyone was poised, ready to act.
Luo Chen slowly raised his head, looking at the seemingly elusive portal in the sky.
Ancient God Cave Mansion, the dojo gate!
Only by opening this gate can one enter the Ancient God Dojo.
Vaguely, the majestic and sacred splendor behind the gate had already revealed a small corner.
Long before he arrived, Heavenly Xuan Constellations and others had tried several times, but each attempt ended in failure.
The key reason was not a lack of power among them.
Strictly speaking, this martial artists' gathering surpassed any known in the past ten thousand years in both quality and quantity.
The true hindrance was timing!
The opening of the Ancient God Dojo gate was not predetermined but followed certain specific patterns.
Such as when the small-scale Destruction Mist is pervasive, or when the epochs are turning.
"I won't waste the last hundred years here in vain."
