A muffled heartbeat came from the black vortex at the bottom of the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
It was not loud, yet its penetrating power was terrifying. It ignored the barriers of space and struck directly at everyone's divine soul, making them tremble.
Standing at the edge of the deck, Emperor Jiang Wu's expression changed sharply.
The State Shrine Seal in his hand shook violently, and the golden national fortune serving as an anchor within him churned along with it.
Beside him, the Origin Return Alliance Leader, Old Ancestor Cangwu, and Old Ancestor Xuanming fared no better.
Amid those heartbeats, the Dao Fruits of the four Longevity Realm powerhouses resonated fiercely, almost being forcibly stripped from their bodies.
"What kind of wicked thing is that?" Old Ancestor Xuanming clutched his chest and forcibly suppressed the surging cold qi within him, his expression utterly grim.
The trace of corruption deep within his Dao Fruit, which he had only just managed to suppress, was actually being drawn into awakening again by that heartbeat?
Old Ancestor Cangwu tightened his grip on his sword hilt. The faint Azure Sword Pattern on the back of his hand desperately resisted the all-pervasive erosion.
"That damned sound is interfering with our foundations," the Origin Return Alliance Leader said, staring fixedly at the churning blood below. "It wants to assimilate us outright."
Clenching the State Shrine Seal, Emperor Jiang Wu looked anxiously at Zhou Xuan. "Zhou Xuan, stop waiting! There's something seriously wrong with that sound. That old hag must be up to something down there! Why not fire the Prison Ship's main cannon right now and blast the whole place flat?"
At the bow, the Black-Gold Mark on Zhou Xuan's right arm flickered faintly.
He stared at the ever-expanding black vortex below without answering.
Blood churned, and foul-smelling currents