"Young Master Ming, it will make people feel happy."

Mingye refused to deny it and chuckled softly: "There are many dangers in the Qingyang Realm. If you can't even hold on for the first few days, I naturally don't have to tell you. But judging from the current situation, it's a bit uneasy to see if I can get to that point..."

Sighing, Mingye pondered: "Don't give me any more people from the four sects and four clans!"

Time passes, and at some point, the rising sun turns into a sunset, and the afterglow dyes the sky red.

Perhaps it was Mingye's prayer that really worked, and the big names of the four sects and four clans did not appear.

However, the seal of Qingyang Realm still showed no sign of opening, which made tens of thousands of warriors on the wasteland anxious.

Hissing!

Just as everyone's patience was about to be completely worn out, an abnormal wave of heaven and earth was sensed by everyone.

In the air, there is an ancient and vicissitudes of power that spreads invisibly.

Interweaving into ripples that ordinary people cannot understand, radiating in the air in circles.

Click!

As the valley emerged, two ancient statues, which were thousands of feet tall, suddenly started to move.

Each raised one hand, carrying the vast power of ancient times, and his palms touched each other heavily.
Chapter completed!