Meanwhile, the other foreign race cultivators intending to enter the Guanghan Realm were either continuously evaluating the massive array or staring fixedly at the Cold Moon Instrument without blinking, but all had heavy expressions on their faces.
The Guanghan Realm was indeed a mystical place for breaking through bottlenecks, but there were also countless who had perished upon entering in past years.
Those people, whether in aptitude or divine skills, were naturally similar to the current ones.
This could not help but make these foreign races who were also entering the realm feel a sense of anxiety.
Han Li stood calmly in a corner, neither looking at the array nor paying attention to the Cold Moon Instrument, merely raising his head to gaze at several scorching suns in the sky, squinting his eyes, unmoving.
Time passed bit by bit, an unknown amount of time later, suddenly a dragon's cry abruptly soared from the plaza.
