In an instant!
A surging pressure, like tangible gray tides, or like ten-thousand-foot mountains collapsing, poured down from the lofty heavens, instantly blanketing the entire vast Sea Suppressing City, stretching beyond the eye's reach!
Within the city!
No matter where they were—
whether deep inside Quiet Rooms for closed-door meditation, amid the crowds of bustling markets, or flying through the skies on their journey...
At this moment!
Every Mortal Cultivator, from lofty Golden Core True Persons to little Qi Refinement cultivators who had only just drawn qi into their bodies...
Without exception, felt their shoulders abruptly sink. The Magic Power within them instantly congealed, their souls suffered a heavy blow, and their bodies fell uncontrollably from the air!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, countless figures tumbled miserably from the sky, crashing onto the ground, rooftops, and streets.
Those with profound cultivation could barely steady themselves, dropping to one knee with faces drained of color and sweat pouring like rain;
those of lesser cultivation were pressed firmly into the ground by that pressure, unable to move at all.
Even breathing became extraordinarily difficult, their eyes brimming with boundless terror.
And at that very moment...
Countless Mortal Cultivators struggled to raise their heads, looking toward the source of that pressure and voice.
Above Sea Suppressing City, the once-clear sky seemed to have dimmed considerably.
A figure floated there in silence. No dazzling radiance surrounded him, yet he seemed to be the center of heaven and earth itself, swallowing all light and every gaze.
His frame was not particularly imposing, yet he gave the illusion of holding up the heavens and filling the cosmos.
His face was shrouded behind a faint mist, impossible to make out clearly. Only his eyes, when they occasionally opened and closed, seemed to