Everyone waited on the mountaintop for another full day, when suddenly, layers of heavy dark clouds drifted across the high sky.
The dark clouds gradually converged into a vortex, and a blue spatial rift slowly appeared at the center of the vortex, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
"That is the entrance to the Ancient Cultivation Small World. It only appears once every thousand years, so we must not miss this opportunity." Li Qing looked up at the sky and said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Lu Cheng of the Shenwu Sect led all his disciples to fly into the sky, passing through the spatial rift. The cultivators from Corpse Ghost Sect followed closely behind.
"Let's go."
Li Qing no longer hesitated, leading his disciples to fly into the spatial rift. Fang Hong also followed.
After all the experts from the three sects had entered, the spatial rift slowly began to close, leaving only the surging dark clouds still lingering in the sky.
