The world fell silent.
The Middle Realm of the Imperial Land, once the domain cluster of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and now the Ruling Center of the Ancient God Dao's domain, had never been this quiet. The mountains were steeped in utter silence.
All living beings had gone still.
The Void Refinement Dao Integration Cultivators were dead.
The remaining cultivators had their thoughts and divine consciousness frozen solid. On such a battlefield, they did not even possess the right to think, much less resist after someone had penetrated deep into the heart of their rule and launched a sudden attack.
"Cultivators with high individual strength seem particularly suited for sneak attacks..."
Amid endless radiance, the Youth in Green Robes arrived at the foot of Imperial Land Mountain at some unknown moment and climbed the stairs one step at a time.
The heaven and earth around him were frozen, yet only living beings were frozen, as though they had become part of a painting. Mountain winds and spiritual qi could still pass freely through it, bringing faint traces of coolness.
This place resembled a world sealed in crystal.
If the sword cultivator's will within did not voluntarily disperse, this state could persist for over ten thousand years before it might fade. By then, the souls of every living being inside would have vanished and collapsed, yet their bodies would still remain fresh, as though they had never died.
Jiang Ding walked step by step to the mountaintop, his sword intent carefully sweeping through every formation and restriction, eliminating any possible hidden threat.
He had maintained this good habit for tens of thousands of years. It had long since become second nature.
A moment later, Jiang Ding arrived within Imperial Land Palace. He saw heads scattered across the ground, blood splashed