Everyone thought that if this node was destroyed, they would have to find another place and cast spells together again to open it.

According to their speculation, the first batch of people should be able to enter smoothly.

These quotas are very important, and each religion should consult with each other and strive for them based on their rationale.

"Among the first batch of people, there should be a seat in my Immortal Palace!" In the distance, an ancient bronze palace, the chaotic energy dispersed, and an old voice came out.

Everyone's heart is palpitating, even the major leaders are no exception, they are deeply afraid of him.

A voice also came from a chariot. It was the current imperial clan who also wanted to occupy a seat.

"I, the Western Church, should have a seat."

"We, the Nether clan, should go to the ancient creation land."

"My temple can protect this passage with the Nine Heavens and Ten Earth Sutras, so there should be a seat."

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All the leaders are speaking out, vying for seats.

We must not give in at this time, it is about great fortune, and they are carving up the greatest opportunity of the Immortal.

"What a wasteland, what a banishment to an immortal, what a winner in the end, after the gods suppress the realm, they can only be reduced to dust!"

Someone among the chosen gods whispered, it was a middle-aged man from the Immortal Palace, his eyes were cold.

"What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true. Before we entered, it was just children's play. Now we will re-determine the destiny of the Lord. Anyone who dares to disobey will only be reduced to ashes!"

Immortal Ancient Middle, the ultimate ancient land behind the light gate of the arena.
Chapter completed!