On the mountaintop, Jiang Chen and his group gathered together, exchanging quiet words. They spoke only of cultivation difficulties, avoiding any idle chatter.
Time ticked by, second by second. In the blink of an eye, only a few hundred years remained before the ten-thousand-year deadline.
At that moment, a man outside the barrier stood up. He wore a gold robe with a purple belt at his waist. He walked straight toward the barrier and waved his hand, causing inscriptions to materialize in his palm. As these inscriptions merged into the barrier, a formation gate opened.
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