The five tomb gates had become the center of chaos in the secret realm. Their appearance, accompanied by their distinct heavenly phenomena, was like a spark in a powder keg. Within hours, word of the tombs' appearance had spread like wildfire, igniting the greed and ambition of cultivators from every corner.
In the valley where the jade-and-gold gate stood, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Cultivators from the six super sects, as well as countless loose cultivators, gathered, their eyes glinting with fervor.
A loose cultivator with a crooked smile sneered at the disciples of the Heavenly Moon Sect. "Do you really think you have more right to this gate than us? All treasures belong to the strongest!"
