The world fell silent.
As the former center of the Eight Great Immortal Sects' domain, the Imperial Land Middle Realm, now under the dominion of the Ancient Divine Path domain, had never been so quiet. The mountains were completely still.
All living beings were in silence.
The Refining Void and Merging Dao cultivators had perished.
The remaining cultivators found their thoughts and Divine Sense frozen. On such a battlefield, they didn't even have the privilege to think, let alone muster a resistance amidst an unforeseen attack deep in their territory.
"Cultivators of high individual strength seem well-suited for ambushes..."
Amidst the endless light, a green-clothed youth somehow found his way to the foot of Imperial Earth Mountain, ascending step by step.
The surrounding world was frozen, yet only the living beings were immobilized, as if turned into a painting. The mountain breeze and Spiritual Energy freely traversed through, bringing a slight refreshing sensation.
