The little silver-white beast was far stronger than imagined, and its bloodline was extraordinarily exceptional. In the Cultivation World, there were exceedingly few beings capable of making even it feel fear.
At this moment, Wang Xian had no confidence whatsoever in challenging the unknown being that even the little beast dreaded.
This place was the dreaded Extreme Dao Palace, a death trap meticulously arranged by the Anomaly Race.
The Extreme Dao Palace was like a slumbering giant beast, silently awaiting the self-delivered prey of prodigies from all races.
Not only was it a forbidden land meant to lure in prodigies of all races, more terrifyingly, it was connected to the horrific world where the Anomaly Race used those prodigies for blood sacrifices.
Once one stepped inside, it was like falling into an endless Dark Abyss, with almost no chance of survival.
Wang Xian secretly speculated that, barring any surprises, whatever could make the immensely powerful little silver-white beast feel fear had to be at least at the terrifying level of a Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperor.
A Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperor stood at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World. With a mere gesture, they could overturn heaven and earth and destroy billions of Great Thousand Worlds.
To Wang Xian, a Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperor from the Anomaly Race could kill him as easily as crushing an ant. They could absolutely slay him in an instant.
Of course, Wang Xian was not someone who feared death. He had experienced countless hardships and dangers along the path of cultivation and had long since put life and death out of mind.
But what he feared was that, if this supreme expert of the Anomaly Race discovered his special ability to revive endlessly through the Reincarnation Great Dao, he would truly be doomed beyond redemption.
A terrifying race