The colossal bronze gate was grand and imposing, as if it held up the heavens and the earth. One glance at it would instill a sense of insignificance in anyone.
Countless regrets swirled around the bronze gate, belonging to those who'd made contact with it but had failed to push it open, filled with lingering thoughts even after their demise.
"Open it!!!"
Each of these regrets was incredibly powerful, representing a mighty expert who had unfortunately failed to open the bronze gate. Only witnessing someone else opening the gate could perhaps release these regrets.
Standing before the bronze gate, Fang Lin was no longer as shocked as he was the first time, but his heart was still not at ease.
No matter how many times one looked at this bronze gate, a deep reverence would be invoked. The gate stood as a barrier to martial artists becoming supreme warriors, causing countless powerhouses to fail and harbor resentment here.
