The Seven Realms Heavenly River was the most extraordinary celestial river in the vast Martial Cultivation World today. What made it extraordinary was not the multitude of worlds it contained, nor the brilliant radiance it cast across the starry sky.
It was because of a colossal phantom.
When night fell, those near the Seven Realms Heavenly River needed only raise their eyes to the void above to witness that astonishing sight.
A phantom — neither wholly human nor wholly beast — that pierced through countless star worlds, most vivid under the cover of night.
Once one had seen it, no star however brilliant could compare. Even the moon was merely an accessory.
For it was not merely vast — it seemed to radiate a pressure that sank straight into the depths of one's soul.
Like a god descending upon the world, gazing down upon mortals.
This was the Era of Gods.
Legends of the Era of Gods were common knowledge among the people of the current age.
Now, at the dantian of the phantom, a barrier gate was expanding.
Word spread quickly that this was the entrance into the Era of Gods.
The Era of Gods was about to officially open.
And so, every power — strong and weak alike — threw everything they had toward the stretch of starry sky where the Era of Gods' barrier gate had appeared.
As time passed, that colossal barrier gate — larger than countless worlds — had already taken shape and only awaited its final formation…
In the starry sky beyond the barrier gate, the armies of virtually every faction in the vast Martial Cultivation World had gathered.
Of course, no matter how vast the numbers or how impressive the show of force, in the face of the endless cosmos and the phantom of the Era of Gods, they were all insignificant.
The largest formations amounted to little more than a grain of dust; the smaller ones were invisible altogether.
At a time like this, in comparison, nobody cared much about who had arrived.
All anyone cared about was when the Era of Gods' barrier gate would be fully completed, and when they could step inside.
And who would be the one to claim the power within the Era of Gods.
Would it truly be as the prophecy foretold — a mere junior? Or would the final result belong to the strongest of the current generation?
Under the temptation of the Era of Gods' opening, even something as momentous as the annihilation of the Immortal Sea Fish Clan seemed to pale in significance.
Though many still spoke of it, the topic dominating everyone's conversation remained the Era of Gods.
At this moment, in a distant stretch of starry sky far from the barrier gate, there was a small house.
This house possessed concealment properties — outsiders could scarcely detect it.
From the outside, its interior seemed no larger than a hundred square meters.
In truth, however, the interior was immensely spacious, comparable to a small world unto itself.
A grand formation was aimed directly at the Era of Gods' barrier gate.
The two elders powering the formation while at its core stood a young man.
That young man was none other than Chu Feng.
As for the two elders, they were Daoists Long Yi and Long Er.
Not long after Chu Feng had sent word, Daoists Long Yi and Long Er had rendezvoused with him.
Only two had come because they felt that the Era of Gods was a contest of raw strength — more people would only be a burden.
So the two most powerful among the Nine Totem Paths had come instead.
In truth, quite some time had already passed since the two Daoists had joined Chu Feng.
During this period, they had been lying low within the Seven Realms Heavenly River, observing the colossal barrier gate and monitoring the changes in the Era of Gods.
Naturally, they had also been studying the Era of Gods' phantom, seeking to gather as much intelligence as possible.
"Senior Daoists, that should be enough."
Chu Feng waved his hand and stepped out from the formation's core.
The two Daoists immediately ceased powering the formation. Their labored breathing made it evident — even for the two of them — peak Spirit World Masters of the True Dragon level — jointly operating this formation, the expenditure was considerable.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, have you confirmed it?"
The two Daoists asked.
"Mm."
As he spoke, Chu Feng raised two fingers.
In fact, this observation had been a confirmation.
Chu Feng had already reached his conclusion beforehand.
When the barrier gate fully formed, there would be two entrances.
One would be an entrance open to all — regardless of age, gender, or race.