Chapter 811

"Sister!"

"It seems the Fengdu Ghost Realm hasn't begun yet!"

The beautiful girl on the right spoke.

Her voice carried a gentle quality.

Instantly, everyone felt as if they were bathing beneath moonlight.

Their hearts and bodies utterly at ease.

"Her voice is so lovely as well."

Upon hearing that woman's voice, the crowd couldn't help becoming even more enchanted with them.

"Look at the crack in the sky!"

"It should be starting any moment now."

Hearing the voice of the girl on the left,

the girl on the right replied.

Her voice was equally beautiful.

But unlike the girl on the right,

this voice carried a touch of masculine vigor.

If the previous girl's voice was like pure white moonlight,

then this girl's voice was like sunlight imbued with magnetism.

One yin, one yang.

Inspiring boundless reverie.

"Are these two the current generation's inheritors of the Taihao Clan—Taihao Huang'er and Taihao Feng'er?"

"Truly outstanding bearing, their spiritual aura overwhelming!"

Witnessing the grace displayed by those two women,

for a moment, both the Fifth Saint Sun and Zhuge Wu couldn't help feeling a trace of admiration.

No—not just admiration, but even a hint of inferiority.

Such prodigious young talents as themselves had actually paled before these two women.

One could see how terrifying their talent was.... 0 requesting flowers0. They had to admit.

These two women were indeed stronger than them.

Because they looked to be only eighteen years old, at most not exceeding twenty.

Yet the aura they radiated—

was in no way inferior to Zhuge Wu and the Fifth Saint Sun.

So it was only natural they felt a trace of inferiority.

Boom boom boom!

Aooo!

Just as the girl on the left had said,

the instant her words fell,

tremendous energy erupted.

A massive sound of tearing came from the sky.

As if silk were being ripped apart.

Accompanying it were terrifying shrieks.

As well as dreadful vengeful energy emanating from within that spatial rift.

And the aura of death.

That was the unique atmosphere of the Fengdu Ghost Realm.

Crash, crash, crash.

Space kept splitting open.

The crowd stared at this scene in horror.

Meanwhile, in the darkness,

many pairs of terrifying eyes stared fixedly at the rending space in the sky.

Vast energy surged forth without cease.

And at this moment,

several ancient, mysterious gates slowly emerged in the sky.

They were mysterious gates tens of thousands of zhang tall.

Countless terrifying images were carved upon them.

Winged mysterious beings with severed heads.

As well as humans with ram horns, tearing open their own chests.

Grotesque images combined with that dreadful, chilling energy

made one involuntarily shudder with horror.

The eyes in the images on those massive stone gates seemed to fixate on the crowd one by one.

As if they might leap down from the gates at any moment and tear them apart.

"Sansheng Gate!"

"This is the legendary Sansheng Gate that leads to the Fengdu Ghost Realm!"

Seeing those mysterious great gates, some beast tamers cried out in alarm.

Only to see the gates slowly emerge in the sky—there were nine of them in total.

And the three in the middle were each ten times larger than the three on either side.

In the center of the gates were carved several large characters.

Past Life!

Present Life!

Future Life!

The several large characters emanated an aura of stern, murderous intent.

Staring at them for long brought a dizzying, head-spinning sensation. One.