But the high-tier cultivators of the Void Realm soon discovered that the phenomena had not yet ended.
Immediately, the sound of ghostly wails and demonic beast roars echoed throughout the heavens and penetrated the fierce wind and demonic qi, directly stabbing into the depths of every soul's divine soul.
These sounds were not mere solitary wails but the screams of billions of screaming souls intertwined—souls of ancient cultivators devoured by the Greed Race, souls of withered ones awakened by evil power, souls of beings who met a tragic death due to life force interruption. Their voices were piercing, despairing, and venomous, some sharp like needles, others deep like thunder, still others sobbing like cries, layer upon layer, inescapable.
