This towering, boundless gate stood between heaven and earth, yet remained tightly shut.
On the eaves and pillars of the gate, one could vaguely make out twelve skull-shaped hollows.
Obviously, as long as the Crystal Skulls were set into those hollows, the Door of Creation could be opened.
Under the eager gazes of all the cultivators, Yang Fei took out twelve Crystal Skulls.
These twelve Crystal Skulls were identical in size. They had been passed down on Earth for hundreds of years, each endowed with various symbolic meanings and used for all kinds of purposes.
Some had pure silver inlaid on their surface, some were painted with all sorts of strange symbols, some had even been stolen from ancient tombs…
But regardless of their form, at this moment they all blossomed with a moist, dazzling radiance, clearly resonating in some strange way with the Door of Creation.
Yang Fei's palm trembled lightly, and the twelve Crystal Skulls rose into the air.
