Applying Pressure

"Good heavens..."

Inside the bronze gate, Li Jianshu slowly woke.

He widened his eyes, staring at everything before him in utter disbelief.

Having emerged from underground, he found himself in an entirely different world. At first, he thought he was within a sea of clouds and mist. His Divine Sense could not perceive anything around him; all he could sense was the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so concentrated it had become tangible.

After searching for a while, he discovered a terrifying fact. The "clouds and mist" in his eyes were all spiritual energy. This was a world of spiritual energy. With every breath, he could feel every meridian in his body stir, and a single breath of spiritual energy took an entire day to digest. Here, one truly could grow stronger simply by breathing!

He raised his head. Bodies filled the sky, drifting aimlessly through the air.

No one knew how long these corpses had been dead. Some were humanoid, some beasts, some even plants, yet there was no sign of decay on any of them. Without exception, each radiated a terrifying pressure in Li Jianshu's eyes, instinctively filling him with a bloodline-deep fear.

Imm... immortal corpses. This was the terrifying pressure he had only ever felt from immortals and half-immortals!

More than a hundred... no, more than a thousand immortal corpses!

As he was lost in this unbelievable sight, wondering whether it had truly been the ancestor who had slain so many immortals, an inexplicable greedy desire rose within him.

"Whoosh!"

Within the white mist ahead, a streak of purple energy flashed past like lightning.

"Purple energy!"

Just as he rejoiced over the purple energy that had transformed the ancestor when he absorbed it at the dawn of heaven and earth, his eyes suddenly flew wide