A mouthful of hot blood, scalding and sweetly fishy, smashed fiercely through the void barrier around Qin He.
His body flew hundreds of miles through the pitch-black Void Domain like a kite with its string cut. The tendons and bones near his shoulder blades faintly cracked, while his soul trembled without end.
The crushing pressure that came from the end of the void was fundamentally beyond anything ordinary spiritual power or Demonic Energy could compare to. It had no concrete form, no fierce attack, yet it could pierce through every defense and directly lock down a cultivator's foundational origin.
This forbidden dead corner, originally beyond the regulations of Heavenly Secrets, had ultimately been pried open by Ancient Era secrets, drawing backlash from heaven and earth themselves.
At this very moment, more than half of the Returning Ruins had fallen completely into chaos.
Fine spatial cracks spread like a spiderweb, and the barriers that had sealed the place for countless ages loosened layer by layer.
That terrifying pressure of heaven and earth had not dispersed. Instead, it continued piling upon itself, spreading across and shrouding the entire Returning Ruins.
The three great border garrisons of the Returning Ruins nearly fell into absolute stagnation at the same time.
Within the central command camp, the restraining spiritual light that had illuminated day and night suddenly dimmed.
The movements of countless patrolling cultivators froze in unison. The spiritual power within their bodies seemed to be pinned down by an invisible giant hand, its circulation sluggish and difficult to operate.
The void overhead was a hazy gray. The Heavenly Secrets Lineage, once clear enough to perceive, had become utterly chaotic; divination, deduction, and communication arts all failed.
Whether they were low-ranking support soldiers or high-ranking commanders holding one region, all of them felt the