The deeper they ventured into the Divine Abyss, the more the bone-chilling, soul-piercing cold of the ancient battlefield intensified.
Wuji corpses lay piled across the ground, fragmented traces of the Great Dao filled the eye, and collapsing Dao Patterns hung from the Sky Dome, assaulting Dao Mie's mind at every moment.
As he made his way here, this ancient land of slaughter had already strained his mind to the breaking point and chilled him to the marrow.
Any random skeleton on the ground had once belonged to a peak Hunyuan Wuji Peak Realm mighty expert who had roamed Chaos and looked down upon the heavens. Any one of them could easily crush him and shatter his Dao Foundation.
Compared to these ancient powerhouses slumbering here, Dao Mie's cultivation foundation and Dao Fruit realm were utterly insignificant.
The deeper he went, the more intense the fear in his heart became.
Even Supreme Wuji beings had all perished, smiling as they were buried in this abyss. With his meager cultivation, should he encounter danger, he likely would not even have the privilege of leaving behind a corpse. He would simply be reduced to ashes in an instant, his soul destroyed and scattered completely between heaven and earth.
Extreme terror finally crushed the last of his forced resolve.
Dao Mie's legs gave out. Unable to support his trembling body any longer, he collapsed heavily onto the ancient, ruined ground at the bottom of the abyss. His face was deathly pale, cold sweat covered his body, and his voice trembled uncontrollably as he begged bitterly:
"Dao Venerable... can we stop... I-I don't want to go any farther..."
He had completely lost the courage to continue exploring. He only wanted to escape this deathly land that had buried the strongest beings of the ancient heavens,