A Thousand Years of Grudges End Here

Though it seemed rather inconceivable for a moment, Yao Wan quickly understood what Xiao Yan meant.

Those light golden eyes could not help but look down at that lifeless Death World below, and a measure of understanding rose in Yao Wan's heart.

"...It's worth a try."

Yao Wan replied. Then Xiao Yan, Gu Yuan, and Zhuo Kun each took a step back, clearing a path for her.

High in the sky, her green dress snapped in the wind. That beautiful figure stood in midair, and with a single step, she had already arrived before the four ten-thousand-zhang gates.

Before Yao Wan could even draw near, an aged, eerie sneer rang out from within the Death Realm.

"A mere Seven Star Dou Sheng dares come here and act wildly? You're courting death!!!"

The moment the words fell, from within that expanse of darkness, a giant hand thousands of zhang in size suddenly opened and grabbed toward Yao Wan in midair.

"Death Qi. Such dense Death Qi."

Looking down at the dark world where Black Mist surged and rolled, Yao Wan slowly closed her eyes. She seemed completely unresponsive to the attack unleashed by the Death World Grand Array before her, making the hearts of those watching pound wildly, cold sweat unconsciously gathering in their palms.

"—Just as well. A Seven Star Dou Sheng cultivation is still a bit too low."

She murmured softly. The moment her voice fell, bluish-green flames grew wildly like plants, spreading out their branches. Like a thousand-zhang giant tree rising from the ground, countless tough, gnarled roots and branches blocked that giant hand thousands of zhang in size, only to draw a burst of crazed laughter from the old men hidden within that Death World.

"I have only ever known mayflies to shake a tree and seek