The Thousand Autumns Divine Hall was steeped in darkness. Everyone who entered it could not see any part of their own body when they looked down, nor could they see the people beside them. It was pitch-black and silent, as if they had fallen into eternal extinction.
At that moment, a voice rang out in everyone's heart, telling them that they could choose a place to sit cross-legged. Their physical bodies would remain here, while their souls would go forth to battle and seek the greatest opportunity.
Only at this final moment were some rules revealed. If they died in that terrifying, despairing yet hope-giving world, their souls would return, and they would immediately leave this hall along with their physical bodies.
Of course, during the return journey, certain truths would be erased, and some memories would be difficult to bring back.
"Treasure this rare opportunity. If you can bring back even the slightest fragment of memory, it will be precious wealth. It may contain peerless Scriptures, Secret Arts, and more."
"Unfortunately, after all these years, we have only touched upon the outline of that world. We have merely brought back some simple memory fragments and pieced together a very vague picture."
Before long, the souls of this group of cosmic-level geniuses would leave and enter that unknown world. Their physical bodies and ordinary weapons could not cross over; only soul Secret Treasures could be carried with them. Nothing else was allowed.
The voice within the Thousand Autumns Divine Hall vanished, and a mechanical voice began counting down. A hereditary Ancient Artifact was directing everything. Everyone turned solemn and focused their minds completely.
Chu Feng put on thirty-six layers of Spirit Armor and used his spiritual sense to observe the surroundings. He lacked nothing else; he simply had far too