At the center of the Human Great Thousand World, Song Zhong, the White Nether Ruler, the Heavenly Wind Saint, and the other top human cultivators had gathered together, every one of their expressions exceptionally ugly.
"The calamity should have begun now. This should be the first wave of danger, and the losses among us human cultivators are exceptionally severe."
"At first, I thought that calamity would be heavenly tribulation descending from the sky, or some other danger. I never expected it to be that endless black night, with no perception at all."
"In truth, even more cultivators weren't slain by those Ferocious Beasts, but were blasted to death by our own spells."
"In that darkness, there was an invisible power that affected our minds."
The White Nether Ruler said in an even deeper voice, "The situation with the other races is actually about the same as ours. Their losses are all extremely severe. And this is only the first wave. Next, there will surely be an even more terrifying calamity. The question now is, everyone, how should we deal with this calamity from here on? Should we human cultivators split up, or continue gathering together?"
"For now, let's maintain things as they are. The calamity that follows should be different."
As everyone was speaking, suddenly, the sky above their heads shook wildly.
Then, from high above the void, a voice rang out.
"Next, every cosmos, for every major cultivation realm, shall send ten cultivators into the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths. So long as they can persist for one hundred days in the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths, they may return to their own cosmos. At that time, the cosmos with the fewest returning cultivators shall be directly erased! Each cosmos has ten days to decide which cultivators will be