Tides surge.
Tsunami.
Thunderclap.
Merely the deafening noise perceived upon entering the fragment of the ancient wilderness is tantamount to a baptism that resonates within all cultivators.
Lightning.
Sky fissures.
Earth crumbles.
Everyone feels as though they are trapped inside a transparent dough, being kneaded and stretched by invisible hands, while themselves have no resistance whatsoever.
Yet, what shocks the eye and ear in this ancient wilderness fragment does not yield answers—their hearts are filled with endless questions—
Who can dye the night sky?
Who can release a killing intent that spawns a cosmic phenomenon?
Who can release a killing intent that frightens the eight-degree enlightened Buddhas?
Who can release a killing intent capable of countering the ninefold Yuan Ba Buddha Fist of Maitreya Temple?
Who dares to tell Yuan Ba they came all this way just to die?
