As soon as that line of golden, glowing characters appeared on the pagoda gate, the plaza erupted like a boiling pot, filled with the sounds of sighing and cursing.
Those Cultivators whose bone age exceeded fifty or whose cultivation had not yet reached the Golden Core stage turned green in the face, staring longingly at the pagoda gate just within reach, feeling as if their own flesh were being sliced away.
A few who refused to believe it tried to sneak through the gap in the gate, but as soon as they got close, they were repelled by the halo surrounding the pagoda body, thrown back even more miserably than the previous ones, nearly fainting from the impact. Now, no one dared to move recklessly.
Fang Hao felt steady in his heart. Since he met the conditions, it was just a matter of how to get in. He narrowed his eyes, activating his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes to the limit, and carefully observed the pagoda gate and the surrounding halo. Upon looking, his heart sank again.
