Immortal Burial Mountain, Secret Realm.
This once vibrant Immortal Land has now transformed into an Asura Purgatory.
Silence!
The surroundings are deathly quiet, and everyone, faced with this scene, even suppresses their breathing intentionally.
A full twenty-seven Celestial Venerables!
Each of them, individually, could sweep through an entire region as an unparalleled power, yet over nineteen have fallen here, becoming cold corpses. Only their yet-to-coagulate blood continues to flow.
The rest, though not dead, are utterly crippled, their Cultivation Realm fallen, and likely never able to return to being Celestial Venerables.
They paid the price for their greed!
Earlier, Lin Jiuyuan told them they had personally buried their own vitality, and none believed him then, but now Ye Qingchen has proven it all with his strength.
"Drip!"
Blood trickled down the sword, gathering at its tip, then dripping into the Blood Spring.
Ye Qingchen flicked his fingers.
