Elder Shao flashed into the courtyard, stood outside the pavilion with a deep frown, and looked up at the eyes on the horizon.
Yin Lin moved a little slower, flying in with the wheelchair.
Wang Jixuan opened his eyes as well.
His cultivation had broken through, and he was no longer far from the Third Life's Mahayana realm. This should have been cause for joy, but now Heavenly Might pressed down upon him, leaving him almost unable to breathe. He could not even twitch half a finger.
This kind of Heavenly Might was entirely different from a cultivator's pressure. It was not something human strength could resist.
At the very least, ordinary immortals could not resist it.
Still, Wang Jixuan could only not move; he had no other symptoms. Through his Immortal Sense, which could only extend three inches around him, he could even see the strangely appearing eyes behind him.
It was as though there was a giant face there, yet only its eyes had been revealed.
What was this?
Even the Heavenly Dao's pressure during tribulation had never been this distinct, had it?
—The judgment of someone who had failed two heavenly tribulations.
Those eyes seemed to be gazing at something.
Wang Jixuan felt as though every second had slowed down. Heaven and earth became terribly dim. Between the sky and the land, only the pair of eyes behind him remained, yet he had no idea what was happening.
The suffocating sensation lasted for several minutes.
Then, suddenly—
Wang Jixuan felt his entire body lighten. He stumbled forward and was quickly caught by Amina, who had not been affected.
"It closed!" Yin Lin shouted firmly.
Only then did Wang Jixuan turn around.
When he looked back, the sky was clear and bright. Two white clouds drifted through the