When Ling Xiao stepped out of the Treasure Pavilion, the entire city was already in complete chaos. In the sky, a spatial rift stretching across the firmament was slowly expanding, with stars faintly visible rotating within the pitch-black gap. That was the entrance to the Burial Heaven Ancient Realm, opening two days ahead of schedule.
"How could it open early?"
"Hurry! The spots are limited!"
"This time, I must obtain the ancient inheritance!"
On the streets, cultivators rushed toward the city gates in a scramble. Ling Xiao did not rush to set off; instead, he stood on a high vantage point, calmly observing the spatial rift. The crimson dragon pattern in the palm of his hand grew slightly warm, as if sensing something.
Chapter 152