Such an existence!
It was a terror that stood above this realm itself—how could these petty Spirit Transformation cultivators, still bound by heaven and earth before its eyes—
Ever hope to look up to it!
Ever hope to reach it!
Ever dare compare themselves to it?
At that same instant...
Within the frozen void, the terrified, near-collapsing gazes of all the surviving Spirit Transformation old monsters from both races...
Seemed drawn by invisible threads as they focused in unison upon Venerable Peach Blossom, Cheng Buzheng!
He was now the only possible light in the abyss of despair.
Noticing this scene, Cheng Buzheng's expression remained calm as still water. Facing those countless gazes interwoven with final hope and dying pleas, he merely, slowly, and with absolute clarity, shook his head.
That soundless gesture was more destructive than any thunderbolt, Instantly snuffing out the last flickering flame in everyone's hearts.
"Oh?"
Just then!
A vast voice filled with utmost mockery and the air of one looking down upon all living things
Rumbled through the stagnant void like an icy torrent of metal!
The Purgatory Clan Progenitor's eyes, indifferent as they looked down upon everything, swept contemptuously over Cheng Buzheng as though he were no more than an irritating speck of dust. Its voice was so cold that it carried not the slightest trace of warmth:
"You still wish to leave?
What wishful thinking!"
A cruel curve rose at the corner of its lips as it sneered:
"Every inch of this world—from its spatial barriers to the circulation of its origin energy—has been completely sealed by my supreme power!
Without a force capable of overturning heaven and earth, a force standing above me...
You lowly ants may shatter your bones and scatter your flesh, yet you will never so much as shake this