Outside the towering mountain gates of the Dao Sect within the Dao Domain, Wudao stood frozen like a wooden sculpture carved of clay.
His eyes were wide, fixed intently on the sudden spatial rift that had torn open the sky above. His lips quivered slightly as he muttered to himself, "What... what is this thing? How did it appear here out of nowhere?"
Right at the mountain gate, five figures stood in quiet anticipation. Among them were three middle-aged men, each radiating an imposing and majestic aura.
Chapter 156