Nether Ancestor's mind went completely blank in that instant.
A Tribulation Immortal.
A living Tribulation Immortal.
He had spent thousands of years, exhausted countless vicious methods, and even turned himself into something half-human, half-ghost. Was this not the realm he had pursued all along?
He had once believed he stood only one step away from that door. Today, he discovered in despair that this single step was a heavenly chasm.
The difference was an absolute crushing gap in the level of life, a difference in the very dimension of the "Dao."
Before a true Tribulation Immortal, this so-called half-step Tribulation Immortal was no different from a slightly stronger ant.
"Se... Senior..."
Nether Ancestor painfully forced out two words from his throat. The two miserable green ghost flames flickered violently, filled with pleading and terror.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to explain, to say that this was all a misunderstanding.
But he discovered that he could not even open his mouth.
The surrounding space seemed to have become eternal ice, freezing him rigidly in place. Not even a trace of divine sense could escape.
He could only watch helplessly as the white-robed figure, accompanied by the other two, strolled leisurely toward him.
Everyone atop Immortal Burial Cliff held their breath.
Nether Ancestor, who had been brimming with monstrous ferocity just moments ago, as though he intended to drag all of Mount Shu into the Nine Nether Underworld, now hung in midair like a chick caught by the neck, unable to move.
That ridiculous sight stood in absurd contrast to the terrifying might he had displayed before.
Grand Elder Wu Xing's Adam's apple bobbed. The elders behind him did not even dare raise their heads.
Was this a Tribulation Immortal?
Words became law; a thought moved heaven and earth.
A half-step