The new transmigrators who fell from the sky to the ground did not die; instead, they slowly opened their eyes and got up.
Hu Jiu and Du Zhong stood quietly on the clouds, watching them.
This new batch of transmigrators is indeed different from the previous ones; they don't seem to be ordinary people.
A handsome man dressed in an ethereal white robe, his long hair styled in a bun, stood up and looked around. "Where is this? It seems we've entered a very strange world?"
"I sense a lot of life in the northeast direction. Let's go take a look," said a beautiful woman in a long dress that reached the ground.
The others nodded, then they reached out and made strange gestures, summoning longswords.
Then, these people actually flew up on swords!
"Wow, cultivating immortality?" Du Zhong exclaimed from the clouds.
Hu Jiu didn't say anything, but calmly followed the group.
The handsome man flying on his sword seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look at the sky.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" the beautiful woman behind him asked.
"We sense something is watching us," the handsome man said in a cold voice.
"No way, could it be that thing is chasing us?" another man asked in surprise.
"I'm not sure either, but it's best to be careful," the handsome man advised.
A group of people arrived over the city with great anxiety.
"Why are there dogs everywhere?" The handsome man stood in mid-air on his flying sword, looking down at the dog-filled city below, and subconsciously frowned.
"Could it be the world of the demon race?" The beautiful woman's tone carried a hint of disdain.
It's not impossible for demons to rule the world, but at least they should be something like dragons and phoenixes—when did dogs become worthy of being the rulers of the world?
At this moment, the dog residents of the city, seeing the humans in mid-air, scattered in terror.
"Are these the reinforcements for those Terrifying Upright Apes? Or are these the real alien Terrifying Upright Apes! And the others were just cannon fodder used to scout ahead?" An internet celebrity started a live stream, hoping to make a fortune in this life-or-death situation, based on the principle that the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish.
The city's army quickly assembled and fired cannonballs at the several cultivators in the sky.
This action undoubtedly enraged the cultivators. The handsome leader snorted coldly and slammed his palm downwards.
With a loud "boom".
The ground cracked and the entire city was razed to the ground.
"How dare these mere beasts provoke us?" The handsome man withdrew his hand, a fleeting look of disgust crossing his face.
The internet celebrity who used to gamble on wealth is dead, but his phone is still alive, continuing to stream the current scene.
The handsome man's feat of destroying a city with a single slap was uploaded to the internet in its entirety, shocking all netizens!
Could this be the true power of the Terrifying Upright Ape?
Countless dogs were so frightened they had heart attacks; countless dogs reinforced their underground shelters again; and for the first time, countless dogs had the idea that the Terrifying Upright Ape was invincible.
At that time, Mike's team of time travelers also witnessed this scene from afar, and many people sighed, "How can there be such a big difference between time travelers?"
However, those guys flying around on swords were, after all, human, which stirred a sense of joy in the transmigrators' hearts.
Unfortunately, this joy lasted only a short time.
The presence of the gray mist and Ghost Fire was quite conspicuous, and it soon attracted the attention of the group of people who appeared to be cultivators.
The handsome man's gaze fell on Mike and the others. "A demon?"
He casually swung his sword in that direction.
The sword light struck with the force of thunder, terrifying the transmigrators.
"What's going on with this vegetarian dish?"
"Boss, we're on the same side! We're on the same side!"
The handsome man didn't consider them his own people; he only felt that the aura emanating from them was so sinister that they didn't look like good people at all.
As the sword light was about to fall, the transmigrators scattered and fled.
The gray fog suddenly thickened, and the Ghost Fire burned even more fiercely. The sword light fell into the fog and vanished in an instant.
"Huh?!" The handsome man was shocked.
The transmigrators who were almost struck by the sword light were pleasantly surprised; they had almost forgotten that they also had powerful backers!
The fear vanished, replaced by anger.
They pointed and hurled insults at the figure hovering in the sky on a sword.
The handsome man was furious and was about to strike again when he suddenly sensed an extremely cold and malicious aura rapidly approaching.
The sunlight disappeared; a pitch-black cloud obscured the sun.
"It's Him! It's Him catching up!" The beautiful woman standing on the sword shouted in terror, and hurriedly threw out a magical artifact, which formed a protective shield, enveloping all the cultivators.
The handsome man frowned, then shook his head. "No, it's not that person. It should be another terrifying being we've never seen before."
As he spoke, he threw out a magical artifact, and layers of defensive barriers unfolded around him. Then he threw out a Talisman, Talisman burned and summoned a huge phantom of a ferocious beast.
The ferocious beast blocked their path, roaring fiercely at the dark clouds in the sky.
Everyone stared intently at the sky, not daring to blink.
A series of dark, bluish-black metallic streaks flashed across the clouds in the sky, and the defensive barrier set up by the cultivators suddenly distorted.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose all around.
"Watch out, an unknown enemy is coming!" The handsome man's face turned ashen as he raised his longsword, ready to attack at any moment.
Suddenly, the dark clouds formed the shape of a giant hand, howling as it lunged towards the group of cultivators.
The barrier surrounding the cultivators shattered instantly, allowing them to directly sense the ominous aura emanating from the dark clouds.
After breaking the barrier, the giant hand did not stop, but continued to grab at these cultivators.
"Stop it!" the handsome man roared, his good looks contorting in anger.
The released phantom of the murderer roared, conjuring an energy cannon in its mouth and firing it at the giant hand.
The energy cannon struck the giant hand squarely, then suddenly exploded with a tremendous sound, causing the sky and the earth to tremble simultaneously.
However, the giant hand was unstoppable, tearing the ferocious beast's phantom to shreds in less than a second.
"What is this?!" The beautiful woman panicked and threw out more than a dozen different magical artifacts, which raised various colorful protective shields.
The giant hand continued to press down, and all the protective shields shattered simultaneously.
The handsome man's mind raced. The aura emanating from the giant hand formed from dark clouds was somewhat like that of a vengeful spirit or evil ghost, but something seemed different about it.
As the giant hand was about to descend, some of the cultivators began to stir and try to scatter and escape.
Seeing this, the handsome man shouted, "Hold on! Don't get separated! We are strongest when we're together. If we split up, we'll only be defeated one by one!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the giant hand suddenly pressed down, its previous slow movement seeming as if it were toying with them.
Surprisingly, the cultivators who were struck head-on by the giant hand did not feel any impact. Instead, the giant hand instantly disintegrated and returned to its original state of dark clouds.
All the cultivators were trapped in pitch-black clouds.
"Haha, senior brother, we're not dead!" The beautiful woman smiled. "This thing seems to be just for show; it looks fierce on the surface, but it's actually not very lethal."
The handsome man shook his head, his face pale, and reached out to grasp the surrounding darkness. "This thing looks like dark clouds, but it's not a cloud at all; it's pure black. Didn't you notice, Junior Sister? Our magic power has been frozen; we can't use a single bit of it."
The beautiful woman did not respond, and the handsome man Wang Qian, looked around but could not see any of his companions.
He gradually became flustered.
The thick, cold darkness around us, like solidified ink, pressed heavily against every inch of space.
The air here is not deprived of its flow, but rather completely replaced and swallowed up by the darkness itself.
There was no light, no sound, and even time seemed to have lost its way in this frozen darkness; there was only pure, suffocating blackness.
Wang Qian's heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat causing a dull ache in his internal organs.
This boundless, heavy darkness, capable of crushing the soul, clung to his skin, seeped into his pores, and coldly licked his bones.
He tried repeatedly to mobilize the remaining spiritual power within his body, attempting to distort this darkness, even if it was just to tear open a crack.
But as soon as the thought arose, an indescribable sense of heaviness suddenly descended. It was as if an invisible mountain had crashed down, imprisoning the power within him so tightly that not even a ripple could be made.
A chilling, sharp fear pierced Wang Qian's forced composure in an instant. He struggled violently, his limbs flailing and kicking in vain, unable to feel any real foothold.
"Who?!" His voice was hoarse and cracked, suddenly exploding in the absolute Silence of the darkness, but it didn't even elicit a single echo. Only he could hear the undisguised panic and weakness in his own voice.
"Who are you?! Come out! Where is this?!" He roared and questioned like a trapped beast, every word dripping with blood.
The darkness remained silent, like an ancient, unchanging abyss. There was no response, only a heavy, cold, and omnipresent sense of oppression, tightening its grip on his consciousness little by little.
Just as Wang Qian's nerves were stretched to the limit, almost crushed by the silent terror, a voice rang out.
It didn't come from any particular direction, but vibrated directly inside Wang Qian's skull, cold and smooth, without any undulations, like some non-artificial object mimicking human language.
The voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it contained an unquestionable, all-encompassing air of authority.
The voice echoed in the darkness, each syllable like a cold needle piercing the depths of Wang Qian's consciousness, "Answer me, what is your origin?"
Wang Qian's struggle abruptly froze. The sound brought not only an auditory shock, but also a cold scrutiny that reached the depths of his soul.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from a deeper fear of facing an unknown dominion. The other party didn't even bother to show itself, but declared absolute control simply through the omnipresent darkness and the cold voice.
Those who understand the times are wise; the cruel apocalypse of the cultivation world had already taught him this bloody truth. Faced with an existence that is incomprehensible and invincible, struggling and resisting are foolish, and concealing the truth is a path to death.
"I..." He swallowed hard, his throat dry, "I am Wang Qian... from... the Heavenly Profound Continent."
"Heavenly Profound Continent?" the cold voice repeated, carrying an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible hint of inquiry, causing the darkness to ripple slightly.
"It is... a world of cultivation." Wang Qian licked his chapped lips, struggling to organize his thoughts, trying to describe his destroyed homeland in a way the other person could understand. "We... these cultivators, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refine it into ourselves... pursue immortality, and master the supernatural powers of moving mountains and filling seas..."
His words carried a distant, dreamlike quality. How enchanting that road had once been! Yet, once the floodgates of memory were opened, what followed was a viscous despair that overwhelmed everything.
"Until... the end of the world arrived." Wang Qian's voice suddenly dropped to a low hue, each word laced with indelible fear, "It wasn't the collapse of the heavens, nor the cracking of the earth, but the spiritual energy itself... it malfunctioned! It came back to life!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding darkness seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the sense of oppression suddenly intensified, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped Wang Qian's throat, forcing him to pour out his deepest Nightmare.
"Alive?" the inhuman voice pressed, its sinister tone revealing for the first time a clear and unavoidable inquiry.
Wang Qian's body trembled violently. He curled up in the darkness, his teeth chattering, his voice broken and incoherent.
"Yes... it's alive! It... it... has gained consciousness!" Wang Qian's pupils dilated unconsciously in the darkness, and the indescribable "existence" that covered the entire sky seemed to reappear before his eyes.
"She... claims to be the 'Mother of Spiritual Qi'..." Wang Qian's voice was hoarse, carrying a strange tremor.
"Suddenly one day, the voice of the Mother of Spiritual Qi resounded directly into the depths of the souls of every cultivator on the Heavenly Profound Continent..." Wang Qian's voice distorted, imitating that whisper that had once echoed throughout every corner of the Heavenly Profound Continent.
"My children..." He called out... "You all originated from my body... Your divine strength, your bones, your essence, your spirit... all came from me... Now you shall return to your origin and return to the womb of your primordial mother... This is... the only path to return to the universe."
Wang Qian suddenly clutched his head, his fingers digging deep into his hair, his nails almost embedding themselves in his scalp, as if trying to dig out the whispers branded deep in his soul.
"That's not a call... that's pollution!" he screamed hoarsely. "His voice, His very existence, is the most terrifying poison! Even the weakest cultivators are instantly... melted away..."
Wang Qian gasped for breath, each word tinged with the stench of blood, "Their bodies, like wax, dissolved in the omnipresent spiritual energy, transforming into... transforming into eerie... cocoons!"