Far West Land of the Immortal Realm.
Deep beneath the Ice Plains that had not melted for ten thousand years, at the lowest level of layered and folded spatial secret realms, stood an underground palace.
Only a single green lamp was lit within the palace, its flame dim.
Jiang Tai'a opened a secret letter he had just received.
After reading it, a complicated expression appeared on his handsome, jade-like face.
After a long while, he sighed. "Knowing full well it is a death trap brimming with killing calamities, you still insist on jumping into it yourself... What a Wang Ye!"
As mortal enemies who had forged a blood feud as early as the Era of Immortal Fall, Jiang Tai'a hated Wang Ye more than anyone in the world.
Yet he had to admit that the person he admired most was also Wang Ye.
It was not merely because the other man's cultivation was terrifying.
It was because the other man's bearing, vision, and breadth of heart were enough to shake the ages and blaze through history. Search heaven and earth, and one would never find another like him.
Take this death trap, for instance. Were it Jiang Tai'a, he would never involve himself in it.
For not only had many Divine Son-level figures from the God Domain stepped into the fray, but some old monsters who had attained the Supreme Mystery Grade as early as the Supreme Desolate Era had also emerged from their prisons!
With such a killing trap all aimed at one person, who would dare answer the challenge?
Yet Wang Ye had done precisely that!
"So be it. Let me prepare a farewell gift for you. May you... kill to your heart's content, and die to your heart's content!"
Jiang Tai'a shifted his gaze toward the palace