Only the strong can break their shackles.
It was about as simple and straightforward a stage-clear hint as you could ask for.
Looking up, the pitch-black gate hanging in the air was, without a doubt, the very symbol of hope—a path to another world.
What everyone had to figure out now… was how this place defined “strong.”
The cultivators who’d arrived first rose into the air and charged straight at the spatial gate.
Bang!
As expected, every one of them slammed into an invisible barrier and bounced back.
It had nothing to do with realm, age, gender, or headcount.
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