In the depths of the Alchemy Hall, within a stone chamber, the terrifying pressure surged out, and a tall and a short Late-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator outside the door immediately fell to their knees, suppressed and unable to move.
"Who dares to disturb my cultivation?!"
A cold female voice was heard, causing the two to tremble in fear as they quickly pleaded for mercy.
"Spare us, Old Ancestor, we entered this place by mistake, had no intention to disturb, we'll leave right now, immediately!"
The two tried to free themselves, but the disparity in strength was too great. Other than being able to move their mouths and eyes, they couldn't move their bodies at all.
There was silence inside, and the two exchanged glances, utterly disbelieving that there was a living monster in this Secret Realm of the Hidden Immortal Sect, which had perished over three thousand years ago.
Three thousand years without dying; isn't that a Divinity Transformation Cultivator?
