A sensation of weightlessness; his body plummeted at high speed.
Shouts, as though ten thousand people were screaming inside the demon body's ears.
Wang Jixuan maintained his last shred of reason and swiftly shifted his mind back to his main body.
Yet those voices seemed to chase after him.
Countless fragmented images appeared before Wang Jixuan's eyes.
The immortal soldiers he had devoured with the Dragon Python Swallowing Heaven Technique now seemed to become life-stealing strange souls and ghosts. They wrapped around him, entangled him, and tried to drag him into a bottomless abyss.
The paths these immortal soldiers had walked were remarkably similar.
Most of them had cultivated to immortality in sects across various realms. Every one of them had once been a favored genius of their realm, had once lorded over the Cultivation World, and some had even possessed numerous Dao companions.
They had welcomed their heavenly tribulations with hope in their hearts, endured the nine layers of heavenly lightning, attained immortal bodies, and entered the Ascension Platform.
Then, one by one, receiving envoys sent them to the Dark Cult Headquarters.
At that moment, they heard the crackling sound of countless dreams shattering.
They had thought immortals lived free of all worries, only to find themselves reduced to the lowest-ranking soldiers of the immortal world.
They had thought the immortal world was a peaceful place, only to discover they had merely entered a larger jianghu.
In the immortal world, strength reigned supreme. All order was nothing more than rules set by the powerful.
Among those of the same realm, immortals who ascended from lesser realms were inferior to those who ascended from true realms, and far inferior to immortals who had cultivated within the immortal world itself.
From shattered dreams to accepting reality, it was inevitable that their