Before the Shattered Realm Abyss, a shattered ice field lay like an Ancient Fierce Beast with its jaws wide open, crouched silently in the deepest reaches of the Far Western Lands.
A haze of dark blue light hung over the ice field, formed by escaping Space Power. Beneath it, countless invisible Spatial Rifts drifted with the Spatial Turbulence like unseen blades suspended in the air. They moved without a sound, yet any intruder they touched would be cut to pieces.
The cultivators who had reached the Shattered Realm Abyss before Lin Ming's group had gathered on an icy hill at the edge of the field.
Most were survivors who had followed Xia Xuan here. After days of passing through dangerous territory, their once-vast company had lost nearly nine-tenths of its number. Those who remained were either formidable cultivators or members of elite teams backed by top powers.
Every face was grim, every gaze fixed on the seemingly peaceful ice field and the deadly danger hidden within it.
An old man in black was the first to lose patience. He came from a secluded sect in the Western Region and had reached the middle stage of Tier 9 Supreme. Confident in his keen senses, he watched from the icy hill for a long while before giving a cold snort and stepping toward the edge of the Shattered Realm Abyss.
The old man raised a layer of dark green spiritual light around himself and held a Spirit-Probing Talisman in each hand. The talismans could detect faint fluctuations in the surrounding Space Power.
He took his first step with great care. A Spirit-Probing Talisman glimmered, and delight crossed his face. He shifted half a step left and continued forward.
His second and third steps passed without incident. Growing bolder, he quickened his pace.