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"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Thousands of miles away, on a certain mountain peak, Situ Yuan, who had fled at top speed, landed on a great tree at the summit.

One hand covered his chest, the other braced against the trunk, and he gasped for breath in great heaving mouthfuls.

At this moment, his entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were soaked through.

In his mind, that terrifying scene from earlier kept surfacing again and again!

It was as if the whole world had sunk into a dark, silent extinction. An incomparable pressure had swept over him, as though it would crush him into oblivion in the very next moment!

"To think it was that terrifying!"

"I, Situ Yuan, am already at the Third Level of the Spirit Wandering Realm, yet I was shocked motionless by the aura he gave off. I nearly wondered if I was going to die there!"

"Could it be that he's already about to finish that final step?!"

Situ Yuan sucked in a breath of cold air.

In an instant, his face turned savage and twisted.

But very soon, he forcibly pressed down that surge of emotion in his heart, and his expression gradually recovered, returning to normal.

"Impossible! That step isn't so easy to cross!"

"His talent was never all that good to begin with. The reason he managed to sit among the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect was nothing more than picking up a bargain. How could the heavenly gate of the Mystic Core Realm possibly be crossed by him so easily?!"

"Hmph! Empty posturing, that's all!"

Situ Yuan gave a cold snort, believing there was an eighty percent chance he had seen through the other party's trick.

Only, in his heart, Situ Yuan dared call it only