No Liberation

At the heart of the depths of Chaotic Immortal Marsh, against the muddy current and upward.

From bottom to top, the many immortals and Buddhas of every faction, from weak to strong—every stretch was occupied by great sects or imperial-blood families, intercepting the benefits carried down by the muddy current. The strong grew ever stronger, while the weak had no chance to rise.

Should anyone wish to travel upward or turn back downward, they needed formidable strength.

In the depths of the void, within the long, narrow muddy current.

A massive projection shaped like a corner of a wheel was riddled with cracks, its spiritual pressure weakening by the day.

Compared with six hundred years ago, the number of sect master incarnations and quasi-sect masters who had come beneath this projection had more than quadrupled.

The first to arrive were the three factions of Chaotic Heaven and the Nirvana Rebirth Sect, followed by the Maiden Emperor Palace and the Nisa Cult.

Now, across the seven regions and four seas of the Void Realm—the Pole Star Palace, Spirit God Sect, Mystic God Palace, Bliss Palace, Heavenly Yin Alliance, Myriad Gods Hall... even the Beginningless Heavenly Palace of Beginningless Heaven and the Eternal Night Palace of Unending Heaven—sect master incarnations had come from every major territory.

The more powerful figures gathered, the less likely they were to turn hostile and fight to the death. Once any one of them was weakened by making a move, they might be killed by others taking advantage of the opening in the next instant.

Within five thousand miles of the Reincarnation Wheel projection, all who dared come this close were confident they could withstand a strike from a sect master's true body head-on.

A blood-red moon hung high beside the muddy current. Liu Feng and his