At the highest peak of the Yin-Yang Dao Arena, everyone held their breath, their hearts filled with intense unease. The door had come loose and now stood upright on the surface again. Blood trickled outward through the gap, creating an eerie and terrifying scene.
However, the people outside the door could not see the tattered, badly damaged strange metal cloth. It was beyond everyone’s perception. Dao Child Qin Ming was the exception.
He saw the scene clearly. He was the senior owner of the strange metal cloth, and his fate was closely connected to it. He felt a headache coming on.
That piece of cloth had definitely acquired an “owner.” Otherwise, outsiders would not be unable to see it. There was an owner behind the white door?
The thought sent chills through everyone. What they saw now was no longer a white door, but a Flesh-and-Blood Gate.
“The door is about to open.”
Everyone confirmed that this was not an illusion. A hand had reached out through the gap. The gap widened.
The hand was deathly pale and stained with blood as it forcefully pried the door open, attempting to reopen this mysterious portal. But the Dao Sovereign was dead. He had already entered eternal stillness.
Who was this, then? Many people’s souls trembled as they sensed an immense crisis descending upon them. And what exactly was the origin of that door?