Chapter 1677 - Barging into the Ancient Pavilion (1/2)

It was approaching noon, and the snow-white birds pulled the saint carriage wrapped in starlight and drove toward the Wind Atrium of the Inner South Yard.

Only seven figures followed the saint carriage. Zhang Ruochen, Big Beard, Blindman, and the four others were all covered by s.h.i.+mmery starry armor. They rode a metal beast that looked like an earthworm and carried a spear with the width of one’s wrist.

When the earthworm moved, it would create loud booms.

According to the rules of the Truth G.o.dly Palace, only cultivators from worlds in the top 1,000 of the Saints Merits Rank could enter the Inner Four Yards. However, with the Thousand Star Civilization’s power, it wasn’t hard to give Zhang Ruochen a suitable ident.i.ty and take him in.

“I saw that there were many Thousand Star Civilization cultivators in the G.o.d-Naming Platform,” Zhang Ruochen said. “How come only we are going to the Wind Atrium?”

The thin Blindman on the right didn’t like to talk. It was as if he didn’t hear Zhang Ruochen.

On his left, Big Beard explained, “Not anyone can go into the Wind Atrium. If a weakling goes in, it’s no different from suicide.”

The so-called Wind Atrium was really just a barren hill. It was only a few hundred meters tall and didn’t look majestic at all.

After coming to the Wind Atrium, one could look up and see a dilapidated ancient pavilion. There was no foliage surrounding it, making it look lonely so that it gave off a sad and worn feeling.

The stone steps from the bottom of the hill to the pavilion were almost buried in dirt. If one looked closely, one would see the traces left by time.

Strong cultivators from various ancient civilizations were mostly gathered below the Wind Atrium.

Other than the Tianchu Civilization’s camp, only a few creatures came from the other civilizations. Each one was a top figure, at least at the fourth step Saint King Realm.

Behind Fairy Tianchu’s white peac.o.c.k carriage, countless creatures were gathered. They seemed to be more than the other civilizations put together.

Most of them weren’t from the Tianchu Civilization. Nor were they helpers invited by Fairy Tianchu. Instead, they’d come voluntarily from all types of worlds.

These creatures only came to the Wind Atrium because of Fairy Tianchu’s vow. Most of them were young people who were blind with love. Of course, there were also true strong figures.

They were willing to risk their lives for her at no cost. Fairy Tianchu obviously wouldn’t drive them away.

Other than the many ancient civilizations, Zhang Ruochen also saw some G.o.dly disciples. They were either born in the ancient civilizations or had close relations.h.i.+ps with them.

When the Great Senior arrived, Zhang Ruochen was grouped with the other spatial cultivators. They stood in the center of the ancient civilization cultivators. Two silver giants with battle axes protected them.

It was obvious that they wouldn’t be forced to attack the palace cl.u.s.ter or prehistoric monsters.

They would only have to attack when truly necessary.

There were very few spatial cultivators. It wasn’t strange that they were treated like this.

Other than the six spatial cultivators, there were also some formation masters gathered nearby. They were the protected group.

Great Senior’s entire body glittered gold. He had the temperament of a sect leader. Chuckling, he said, “The cultivators of the Heaven and Demon G.o.d Field cliques already entered two hours ago. Since we’re all here, let’s go too.”

It wasn’t true that you could get the divine spring the sooner you went in.

Instead, those who went in first would fight the monsters first. They would definitely be clearing up the path for the later cultivators.

The hill that seemed to only be a few hundred meters tall actually gave off huge pressure when one started climbing it. It felt like an invisible saintly might pressing on them, or rather…divine might.

After entering the pavilion, their horizon broadened. It was cloudy and wispy before them. Holy Qi filled the air.

If not for the saint blood and corpses of prehistoric monsters on the ground, they might think that they’d arrived in a divine land. Clearly, there’d been a huge battle here a while ago. All the monsters had been cleared out.

The Amazing Little Taoist poked his head out of Zhang Ruochen’s sleeve. With a shocked gaze, he used Spiritual Power to ask Zhang Ruochen, “The folded s.p.a.ce was actually opened?”

“Yes.” Zhang Ruochen nodded.

In the distance, there were palaces one after another. They rose up between the tall peaks and unknown lands covered in black Qi.

Deep within the palace cl.u.s.ter, terrifying screams or heavy battle booms would sound occasionally. The land was too vast. One couldn’t distinguish where the sounds came from.

A Saint King with flesh wings shot into the air. He wanted to fly to a height and check what had happened deep within the palaces.

“Get down here!” Great Senior yelled. “Do you want to die?”

The Saint King paled in fear. He quickly pulled in his wings to return to the ground.

Suddenly, a black crack appeared above his head. Like a huge demon’s mouth, it bit the man’s body in half.

Thud!

Only two b.l.o.o.d.y legs fell from the sky.