The Evil Thought Appears

The black mist dispersed, revealing an ancient, mysterious mausoleum. From the outside, it looked even more like a place meant to suppress and seal something, though the terrain had changed slightly, losing its naturally harmonious appearance.

They were about to face the evil thought of one of the Five Emperors of Antiquity. Even with Meng Qi's confidence in his own strength, he dared not be careless at his current level. He held Heaven's Wound in his right hand, while a small, dark flag had appeared in his left. A faint pulse of its aura enveloped his body.

In an instant, Silent Zen Master, He Canshang, and the others felt a vast, majestic aura rise. It was an aura that made them tremble to their Primordial Spirits—an overwhelming force they had never felt, nor even imagined!

In moments, red mist billowed out, dampening the air for hundreds of miles around. It was as if a layer of water had coated their skin, making it difficult for the Outer Scenery Experts to sense anything beyond the mausoleum's entrance.

Its aura alone left them unable to muster the will to resist, their thoughts slowing. How terrifying was this? Old Immortal Plucking Stars and the others felt as though they were facing true immortals and gods. They held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

The aura surged outward like howling winds and towering waves, one enormous swell after another. Mr. Wash Moon's eyes stared blankly ahead. He could barely breathe under the pressure, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!

That single slash had already left his Primordial Spirit trembling and barely in control. He had felt that ten versions of himself working together could not withstand it. Yet this aura was even more terrifying. Before it, he