"So... so many people."
A moment later, Zhang Ling'er stared at the sea of people filling the valley before her, her face full of shock.
Before them lay an unimaginably vast canyon, broad and boundless, stretching as far as the eye could see.
And beyond that were densely packed figures, all scrambling to cross the canyon and race toward its far end.
From the Nether Sea behind them, countless figures continuously shot out before following the canyon deeper in.
Along the way, Ye Lin saw many members of the Dragon Clan as well, twisting their bodies into streaks of light as they charged forward.
They were packed so densely that it was impossible to count just how many experts there were.
Terrifying auras mingled together in a chaotic jumble.
If a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal accidentally wandered in, they would instantly be crushed to dust by those horrifying auras.
Ye Lin swore that this was the first time he had ever seen so many Daluo Golden Immortals.
There were simply too many to count.
Eighty percent of them were Daluo Golden Immortals.
The remaining twenty percent were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.
Yet those Primordial Unity Golden Immortals were the most miserable of all.
They crept cautiously along the edge of the canyon. One moment of carelessness, and a sudden burst of overwhelming aura would grind them into powder.
These were the top experts of a universe.
The top experts of a universe—the Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.
Yet here, they were like ants, having to tread with extreme caution even while walking.
Any random aura could mercilessly crush them to death like ants.
"Let's go too. The fact that these people are in such a rush is enough to show how serious this is."
Ye Lin took a step forward, transforming