“They’re finally here.”
Staring at the divine light, nearly everyone present was filled with anticipation.
Their excitement reached its peak at that moment.
Those like Master Tang Chen, who possessed fragments of the Ancient Spirit Domain map, hurriedly took them out, hoping to glean some advantage from them.
But where some rejoiced, others despaired.
While most were thrilled at the opening of the Ancient Spirit Domain, Lü Jie and his fellow disciples frowned with worry.
“Junior Brother, why hasn’t Master appeared yet?” they asked, turning their gazes to Lü Jie.
Their concern stemmed from the absence of their master, Saint Venerable Wudao.
They feared he might miss the opening of the Ancient Spirit Domain.
But they were unaware that only Lü Jie knew Saint Venerable Wudao’s whereabouts.
“I don’t know. By all accounts, Master should have arrived by now,” Lü Jie replied, more eager than anyone for his master’s arrival.
That day, he had endured unprecedented humiliation, and only his master could seek justice for him.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the light emanating from the Ancient Spirit Domain began to change.
It formed a powerful oppressive force, enveloping everyone present.
Under that light’s pressure, even the strong furrowed their brows, faces strained with effort, while the weak bled from their orifices. Some collapsed, either dead or unconscious.
As this change unfolded, people realised the Ancient Spirit Domain was nothing like they had imagined.
Its opening brought not hope, but death.
Seeing the situation turn dire, some tried to rise and flee.
But as soon as they stood, they were pulled back down.
The ground seemed to exert a powerful suction, anchoring them to the surface, preventing them from rising or flying.
If flying didn’t work, they tried running.
But they soon found they couldn’t even run.
Bound by that immense force, regardless of their cultivation, all were trapped.
Even Master Tang Chen, Master Mule Camel, and Venerable Ghost Face were no exception.
Most despairing was the intensifying pressure, a harbinger of death.
If they continued to wait, the force released by the light would crush them all to death.
“What’s happening?” Panic spread, not just among the younger generation, but the older powerhouses too.
The pressure assaulted their bodies from without and their souls from within.
It was no illusion, but a real, lethal threat to their lives.
“Master, what’s going on? Why is such a terrifying force binding us?” In his panic, Yuan Shu turned to Master Tang Chen for help.
At this point, he could rely only on his master, whose vast experience might offer a solution.
But Yuan Shu didn’t know that even Master Tang Chen was panicking.
Even he was clueless about the situation.
“Chu Feng, take out your Ancient Spirit Domain map fragments and see if they hold any clues to breaking this,” Master Tang Chen said to Chu Feng.
Without hesitation, Chu Feng retrieved all his map fragments.
But no matter how he pieced them together or examined them, he found no hints.
Meanwhile, the pressure grew stronger. The weaker cultivators began to wail in agony, some losing consciousness entirely.
“Damn it, what’s going on? Isn’t this supposed to be a World Spiritist’s inheritance? Why has it become a graveyard for World Spiritists?” Master Mule Camel roared.
The renowned figure was losing control, shouting frantically.
His roars, like thunder or a ferocious beast, echoed through the heavens.
Yet they were useless. Despite his great abilities and Martial Venerable strength, he couldn’t escape.
Logically, someone of his stature shouldn’t lose composure like this.
But it was understandable.
Master Mule Camel was cunning. Seeing the situation turn bad, he had tried to flee immediately.
Yet he found himself trapped, unable to escape, and facing a death threat.
No, it wasn’t just a threat. If they couldn’t break free, everyone present would die here, the only difference being who died first.
Even someone like Master Mule Camel was breaking down.
More and more people lost control.
Even prominent figures began to wail and cry.
Some begged for mercy, others cursed, and some even took forbidden drugs to boost their strength, trying desperately to break free.
But nothing worked. No method, no action, made a difference.
Seeing no answers in the map fragments, Chu Feng used his Heaven’s Eye to observe the Ancient Spirit Domain.
He even took out the Celestial Master’s Whisk, hoping the treasure might offer guidance.
But it was futile.
No matter what he tried, Chu Feng couldn’t see through the situation.
The light from the depths of the Ancient Spirit Domain continued to envelop the area.
All martial cultivators and World Spiritists were trapped within.
The light remained divine, like rays from the heavens to the naked eye.
Yet the area it covered was filled with an inescapable killing intent.
No one had anticipated that the long-awaited Ancient Spirit Domain would become their graveyard.
Trapped and weak, all they could feel, besides the light’s power, was their own helplessness.
“Could it be that this inheritance is so powerful we’re not even qualified to enter?” Chu Feng mused, gazing at the light.
Everyone was still outside the Ancient Spirit Domain, none daring to step inside.
Yet even without entering, they faced a death threat.
It felt as if they weren’t even worthy to challenge the inheritance.
How ironic.
“A bunch of rats, thinking you’re worthy of my inheritance?” a hoarse, ancient voice suddenly rang out from the centre of the Ancient Spirit Domain.
The voice was not only old and powerful but carried an ancient aura.
Its mere sound conveyed the speaker’s immense strength.
“Great One, we meant no offence. Please spare us,” people pleaded, grasping at a lifeline.
Many begged, some even kowtowing.
They no longer sought the inheritance, only to escape this perilous place.
But the ancient voice gave no response to their pleas.
Yet it didn’t fade.
Soon, it spoke again.
This time, its words eased their tension, offering a glimmer of hope.
