The Abyss at the End

In the vast, empty valley, all had originally been exceptionally quiet. Yet with that cultivator's shout, his echo reverberated throughout the secluded valley.

"Throne Lord..."

Everyone halted, including the ten Throne Lords walking at the forefront. They all stopped in their tracks, turned around with faintly furrowed brows.

Everyone's gazes converged on him, but the cultivator could not continue. In an instant, a layer of frost condensed over his body, and a biting chill abruptly erupted. In broad daylight, he was frozen solid into an ice statue; all life within him was extinguished, and even his divine soul was burned clean away by cold flame.

In an instant, everyone from the Heavenly Dao Sect was shocked. Even some among the ten Throne Lords were moved, and a strange atmosphere spread through the crowd.

"The cold air—it's the cold air in the valley! It actually suppressed and killed someone in an instant!" someone finally cried out.

The crowd suddenly erupted. Voices and panic rapidly spread, and many began to consider retreating.

"Killing without a trace... this Five Finger Mountain truly cannot be entered."

"If it were a danger we could see, that would be one thing. But someone was killed amid so many people while we noticed nothing at all. If we keep going, we will surely meet death ten times out of ten," someone said in a low voice.

Quite a few Throne Lords' faces sank, their expressions grave. Fu Baihou, however, appeared rather calm. He merely furrowed his brow slightly, swept his gaze over the crowd, then stepped out and said, "There is no need to panic. Continue onward."

"Throne Lord Fu, this..." Someone's expression immediately changed. He opened his mouth, but did not dare continue, using only this to show that they did not wish to proceed.

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