Bab 637: Wen Luoan

On the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak, two or three hundred disciples of the True Martial Sacred Land gathered in front of a tattered palace.

The outline of a garden could be seen above their heads.

At the beginning, the outline was extremely blurry and existed in a void-like state, but as time passed, the outline of the garden became clearer and clearer, as if it was trying to materialize.

At the front and back of the garden, there were ancient, rusty green doors with divine beasts made from marble next to them. Although they were fake, they gave off a metallic feeling and seemed as if they were still alive.

“The Demigod Forgotten Garden usually takes one hour to fully open.”

Dong Wenjian’s voice sounded in Zhao Feng’s ear.

Zhao Feng and Dong Wenjian were standing amongst the crowd from the Mystic True Sacred Clan.