'A Lower Cultivator trying to latch onto an Ancestral Sect is harder than ascending to the heavens. And as for stumbling upon an Opportunity, nine out of ten are traps, and the last one is already taken.'
'The strange encounters written about in storybooks can't be taken seriously at all.'
Jiang Yi grumbled inwardly. As the thoughts flickered through his mind, the Ancient Gate formed by the evolution of the Thunder Core's laws had already smashed into Goose Mountain as if the sky itself were collapsing.
BOOM—
A sound so great it was silent!
Jiang Yi's ears rang, and the spot between his eyebrows throbbed violently. For an instant, the world around him seemed to freeze.
Under such immense power, the Disciples of the Youquan Sect entrenched on Goose Mountain and the numerous Loose Cultivators had likely all been shaken to death, with not even their bones remaining.
The clash of Yin and Yang erupted with heavenly might!
