Above the sky, a massive rift opened, as if an invisible giant hand had torn the firmament apart.
The rift was about a hundred feet wide, with chaotic gray fog swirling inside. Faint images of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars shimmered within, seemingly as if an independent small world had been forcibly torn from the Cultivation World.
This is the entrance to the Upper Realm Secret Realm.
Below the rift was a wasteland stretching over dozens of miles. At this moment, thousands of cultivators had already gathered on the wasteland, looking like a dark mass, almost covering the entire area.
"Wow, this is quite the spectacle!"
Among the crowd, a seemingly ordinary young man blended in, and it was Ye Xiao. He wore a gray cloth robe and suppressed his aura to the extreme, with not a single ripple of Spiritual Energy emanating, making him seem like an ordinary mortal.
With a blade of grass between his lips, he crossed his arms, looking as if he was just here for the show.
