The heavens and earth are vast, ancient energy solemn, resembling the prehistoric wilderness.
Hope unborn, realm of death descends, cultivators shiver in terror.
"Ten breaths!"
"Death and the extinguishment of paths after ten breaths!"
"This place is a dead end!"
"Impossible, being a secret realm, no matter how dangerous, there must be life somewhere!"
"Quick, think of something!"
...
No matter how high one's cultivation, facing life and death in ten breaths, even the Supreme changes color, let alone the Undying Immortal Lands!
Time passes swiftly.
Over a million people go mad with fear, nearly collapsing.
Seven breaths!
Six breaths!
Five breaths!
A black light descends from the sky, like a knife ending the world, slicing through the crowd, harvesting thousands of cultivators' lives, with thousands of seven-colored lights surging towards a Supreme!
