New Chapter: Saint Demise

A streak of red light split open the heavens, bringing threads of light into the pitch-black hell where one could not see their own hand. Some scenery became dimly visible.

Everyone either turned away or lowered their heads, not daring to face that ray of light.

Wang Xuan went with the flow, turning sideways instead of looking directly toward the End of the Sky. Having only just entered hell, he understood nothing about it and did not act rashly.

"Why lower your heads?" he asked.

"Everyone who looked over there disappeared, evaporating directly from hell," Lu Ming told him. Fear filled his heart, and his face had gone pale.

He would never forget the miserable sight of those people vanishing before his eyes. They had blurred and twisted, turning like sheets of paper into scraps, then disappearing completely.

"No exceptions?" Wang Xuan asked.

"None!" Lu Ming warned him. Everyone who raised their heads to gaze at the sky had died, leaving neither corpse nor bones behind.

Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of a blade being drawn rang through everyone's Primordial Spirit. Many faces stiffened, their eyes went vacant, and their Primordial Spirits seemed frozen solid.

Wang Xuan also felt his spiritual domain being struck. It was a kind of "force," like a vast sea of stars crashing down upon him, crushing Primordial Spirits until they were about to burst apart.

In the end, everyone's Primordial Spirit was blasted blank.

Wang Xuan was instantly shaken. Even with a mind as unyielding as his, he had to circulate the True One Scripture and maintain his Primordial Spirit as Only I am True, Only One. Even then, his thoughts became slightly sluggish.

Who was drawing a blade?

At the End of the Sky in hell—beyond the heavens—a creature had appeared. It was incomparably enormous,