After the black light darted out, the powerhouses of the Ten Great Ancient Clans at the doorway exchanged glances. With their eyes meeting, they quickly realized that none of their clans had any special welcoming reaction.
The first one to emerge was not a core disciple of the Ten Great Ancient Clans.
This was a bit disappointing but not surprising, as there had always been lucky Loose Cultivators or geniuses from small clans who picked up fortunes.
Soon, everyone withdrew their attention, their eyes burning even more intensely as they focused on the slowly opening palace gate.
Immediately after, two streams of light with entirely different auras shot out from within the palace gate, their speeds were equally fast, each one choosing a different direction to swiftly vanish.
Then, the interior of the palace gate fell once again into a deathly silence.
The giant gate remained open with that crack, but the chaotic light vortex behind it no longer emitted any sound.