Everyone knew that the Yin-Yang Dao Arena had long since been destroyed. Yet what they were seeing now was completely different. That enormous structure hung upside down beneath the night sky.
“It truly exists. It isn’t fake.”
The brown-haired man Gu Rui looked solemn. After probing it with his Heavenly Immortal consciousness, he reached a conclusion that even he found difficult to believe. The Qilin Sect’s old Heavenly Immortal, Ink Qilin, had crystalline twin horns that glimmered and emitted waves of spiritual ripples.
After he carefully investigated it, his expression also froze.
“The Yin-Yang Dao Arena is still here?”
“Will we be considered uninvited guests?”
Quite a few people were tense. After all, even the bells within the Dao Arena had begun to ring. Liu Mo and Guan Xu both looked serious, their brows tightly furrowed.
After studying it carefully, they too discovered that the Yin-Yang Dao Arena was indeed real. It had withdrawn from the world and hung in the night sky, blending perfectly with nature. The Yin-Yang Dao Arena was enormous, perfectly round like a Taiji Diagram.