Bei Feng and the gang stayed mainly inside the rooms in order to make full use of their time to cultivate. Soon, ten days passed, and the ship docked on the side of a humongous altar.

Bei Feng and the gang alighted from the battleship, and walked towards the huge altar, which housed thousands of people.

There were Hundred Year realm cultivators and Thousand Year King realm cultivators, all wearing a smile across their faces.

"Silence!" An aged voice could be heard, instantly silencing the whispers. Levitating in midair, an old man pressed both palms together, and sent a palm imprint flying towards the top of the altar.

On normal days, the altar looked ordinary, but after the palm imprint landed on it, silver light shot out from the altar towards the sky and tore through the clouds!

Bei Feng could feel the power from the light as he looked up at the sky.

"Kacha!"

The sky was torn apart by the powerful silver ray of light, revealing the darkness underneath.

Then, in a split se