Countless mountain ranges were collapsing. Dust billowed into the air with thunderous, rumbling sounds as a giant stone monument emerged from within. It was pitch black, devoid of shine, yet it possessed an indescribable Magic Power that could captivate the hearts and minds of everyone.
The Wind Cloud List!
It had arrived!
An hour passed, and it was still emerging. This region had already gathered an unknown number of powerful practitioners and young prodigies.
"Is this the Wind Cloud List?" a young man said, filled with longing.
It opened once every thousand years.
Each time, it was an era of grandeur, destined to be the focus of tens of thousands.
No one could remain calm. Everyone was waiting.
Atop a hill, Chen Shixian was looking around incessantly, seeking Chen Pingping's figure. But after searching for more than ten minutes, she still hadn't seen him appear. Could he not be entering the list? she wondered.
