Wang Xian nodded and was the first to step into the passage.
Inside the passage, space twisted in bizarre ways. Countless tiny fissures flickered in and out of view, emitting faint yet piercing hissing sounds, like the low growls of ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness, warning intruders of the danger here.
Spatial turbulence occasionally leaked from the fissures, like invisible blades cutting wantonly through the void. A moment of carelessness would leave one slashed open with wounds that were difficult to heal.
Jian Yang and the other Immortal Emperors followed closely behind.
Jian Yang tightly gripped his life-bound immortal sword. Cold light flickered across its blade, while the Runes engraved upon it danced and flashed like living things, as though recounting glorious epics of battle, ready at any moment to unleash world-destroying power.
His gaze was like lightning as he vigilantly swept his surroundings, overlooking not even the slightest change.
Each sweep of his eyes seemed capable of piercing the barriers of space and seeing through the dangers concealed within.
The other Immortal Emperors also displayed their divine abilities, spiritual light surrounding them and reflecting against one another.
Flames surged around some Immortal Emperors, their blazing heat warping the surrounding air as though turning the passage into a sea of fire. Faint phantoms of ancient divine beasts appeared within the flames, roaring as they displayed their masters' might.
Others were enveloped in a layer of crystalline ice, coldness spilling outward. Wherever they passed, space seemed to freeze into solid ice, mysterious Runes spreading across its surface and emanating an aura that chilled the soul.
The Primordial Era was a legendary age filled with mystery and glory.
At that time, the spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth was so dense it was nearly tangible. Mountain ranges and spiritual veins crisscrossed