The Outer Dao in the Forbidden Ground

Oppressive, dark, suffocating.

That was the impression this "eternal night," now entirely shrouded by the pitch-black rift in the sky, left on the Immortal Cultivators of Chenping Continent.

A few torchlights flickered faintly in the boundless darkness. A wind cold enough to scrape the flesh from their bones swept across the land and poured into the Daoist robes of the Immortal Cultivators carrying the torches.

Leading them was a young cultivator at the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm. Of the six Immortal Cultivators following him, four were in the Martial Spring Realm, while the other two were also in the Qi Sea Realm.

They all wore different disciples' robes representing the various cultivation sects of Chenping Continent.

Yet at their waists, they all wore tokens forged from the remnants of immortal artifacts, marking them as Guardians of the Dao of Du Cang Mountain.

The torches they held did not burn kerosene, alcohol, or any other flammable liquid.

Instead, they burned true qi directly.

For a Martial Spring Realm cultivator, the true qi normally flowing through their meridians alone was enough to keep a torch burning for half a month.

"Senior Brother Tian, when do you think the end of the world will actually come?"

One of the Martial Spring Realm cultivators following behind addressed the young middle-stage Qi Sea Realm cultivator at the head of the group.

"Enough of that ill-omened talk! What end of the world?"

The young middle-stage Qi Sea Realm cultivator they called Senior Brother Tian rebuked him.

"But things have already reached this point, Senior Brother Tian."

The Martial Spring Realm cultivator lowered his voice, but his words made it clear that he still disagreed with what Senior Brother Tian had just said.

The other Immortal Cultivators all fell silent.

These Guardians of the