Gu Qinghe arrived at the snow palace on the fourth peak. Other cultivators had begun to gather, trying every possible way to activate the teleportation mechanism.
They fired their rune arrays, hoping to trigger the teleportation altar.
Dozens of cultivators had gathered inside the white palace. Yet none of them realized.
The inner courtyard floor they were standing on… was the very place where dozens of cultivators had been killed by Gu Qinghe.
Gu Qinghe stepped onto the courtyard floor. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but he could not find the old man anywhere.
There were only male and female cultivators from various sects.
In front of them stood a dark gray stone door at the center of the palace, like a grand gate.
Many cultivators had gathered there, trying to solve the mystery of the door.
But no matter how hard they tried, they failed to open it.
Gu Qinghe narrowed his eyes. He tapped his bag of holding and took out the stone token given by the old man.
