The Yamas of the underworld, whose faces had been ashen with despair, were all left staring wide-eyed.
The great supernatural fruition positions that had just faded had made them think Heaven had completely "vanished," like the Heavenly Emperor of old. Yet within mere breaths, their fallen realms had been forcibly raised once more.
Before they had even adapted to this change, those senior masters of great supernatural powers had already made their move.
In an instant, divine abilities and mystical arts blotted out the sky. Scorching beams stretched forth from the void, annihilating the starry sky above, while the great cultivators at the ends of their escape lights wore varied expressions, all drowned beneath shock.
They truly could not imagine how anyone could withstand the great terror's "vanishing."
Even if it was only a final flash before death, the information Tu Shan Jun had obtained was far too important. It concerned the lives and future of the entire world.
Since ancient times, the great terror had been nothing but an unknown to people. Countless powerful figures had met their end there. Even the three strongest lineages of Buddhism, Daoism, and Mysticism had never been united in how to confront it. Yet now, they seemed to have seen hope.
Nether Venerable and the Lunar Emperor had acted before Yu Shen and the others. But although they had been famous for ages and possessed formidable strength, they were still no match for those ancient senior masters. The moment they mounted their escape lights, they were struck down and sent tumbling.
Vicious Interval Venerable turned pale in shock. Seeing Tu Shan Jinghong, who had already entered the inner field and touched the Soul Banner, he shouted, "What are we to do now?"
When the spiritual radiance dispersed, Jinghong had already drawn close to