One corner of the Barbaric wilderness was revealed before their eyes, filled with endless mystery and ancient vigor. Yang Wushuang was astonished, finding it just as Ye Chen had described—an infinite world of wonders.
Ten Heavenly Suns spanned across the sky, a Demon Dragon soared, a Roc struck the heavens, and the Divine City remained aloft forever. All of this seemed like a scene from a great wilderness, but the aura was terrifying. It almost sucked in his Primordial Spirit.
It was too mysterious.
He wanted to push further, to see more clearly, but the Trial Gate was immensely heavy. Even as strong as he was, he could only open a sliver of it. Completely opening it was difficult and would require greater strength.
