The world fell silent.
The Imperial Earth Central Realm, once part of the Former Eight Great Immortal Sects Domain and now the seat of power in the Ancient God Path's domain, had never been this quiet. Every mountain lay hushed.
Every living being had fallen silent.
The Void Refining cultivators and those who had attained Dao had died.
The remaining cultivators' thoughts and divine senses had frozen. On a battlefield like this, they did not even have the capacity to think, much less resist a sudden strike deep in the heart of their territory.
"Cultivators with great individual power seem well suited to ambushes..."
Amid boundless light, a young man in azure had appeared at the foot of Imperial Earth Mountain without anyone noticing. He climbed the steps one by one.
The world around him had frozen, but only its living beings. It was as though they had become part of a painting, while the mountain wind and spiritual energy still passed freely through it, carrying a trace of coolness.
It was a world sealed in crystal.
Unless the sword cultivator's will dispersed of its own accord, this state might last ten thousand years before fading. By then, the souls of every living being here would have vanished or collapsed, yet their bodies would still be fresh, as if they had never died.
Jiang Ding climbed to the summit step by step, his sword intent carefully sweeping every formation and restriction to eliminate any hidden threat.
He had kept up this good habit for tens of thousands of years. It had long since become second nature.
Before long, Jiang Ding entered the Imperial Earth Hall. Heads littered the floor, blood had splashed in every direction, and Void Refining cultivators and those who had attained Dao lay fallen among them. They