Outside the Human Great Thousand World, a spatial vortex had appeared here.
Song Zhong's true body, along with the cultivators of various races chosen by the White Nether Ruler, had already flown here before the tenth day arrived.
The White Nether Ruler had also considered that ten days was too short, so the cultivators he chose were mostly from the great thousand worlds near the center of the Universe.
As for those weaker cultivators...
They were weak, but their great thousand worlds had saints, so naturally those saints could bring them here directly.
No great thousand world that could be near the center of the Universe was weak. Those great thousand worlds all had saints.
On the tenth day, the vortex released a dazzling beam of light, and Song Zhong and the crowd of cultivators all entered it.
A bout of heaven-spinning, earth-turning dizziness followed.
Across one universe after another, countless cultivators all entered the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths.
Song Zhong opened his eyes and found himself in a gray, ruined, deathly silent world.
The sky was a dim leaden gray, and the land was cracked everywhere, covered in bottomless ravines. When the cold wind blew past, it was filled with a chill that seeped into the bones.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream tore through this deathly silence.
Song Zhong turned his head to look.
Not far from him, a cultivator he had never seen before had only just landed in this world when the handful of sand and soil beneath his feet, which looked utterly ordinary, suddenly surged.
A wisp of black light gushed out and directly covered the Supreme Realm cultivator's entire body.
The next moment, the cultivator's skin rapidly shriveled. His entire body withered completely, and his originally burly frame turned into a dried corpse in