Chapter 257: A Promising Seedling

The instant the Golden Hall's gates swung open, a blinding wash of gold surged out like a tide. An ancient, imperious presence rolled over the clearing. It pressed into everyone's chest and set their hearts trembling. The cultivators gathered outside stared, eyes stretched wide, locked on the gaping entrance. This was the Martial Venerable's ruins. Inside might lie the Martial Venerable inheritance. Inside might also lie death. So even though greed and anticipation churned in every gaze, no...