"What place was this?"
The moment they entered the Demon Land World, every cultivator who went in carried a confidence buried deep in their hearts, because those unseen gazes would always be watching over this place.
If what lay ahead truly was a place where they would die without even a burial ground, then no voice transmission would have appeared.
The instant a gateway appeared, a voice transmission followed. That also meant those gazes had deduced something from the Heavenly Secrets.
Yet as time passed outside, the many Six Paths prodigies, veteran cultivators, and others with countless tricks up their sleeves within had all encountered difficult problems of their own.
"This is a layer of trial. Only after completing the trial here can you continue into the Demon Land World."
An unseen thought needed no words to convey it. Not long after they each arrived in their strange worlds, it had already sounded within their Seas of Consciousness.
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"A trial?"
Upon a blazing highland somewhere, a ghost cultivator with a pallid, sinister face had shoulder flames that were far dimmer than when he had entered.
The pale ghost cultivator's eyes were dark and profound as he looked over the ground beneath the endless scorching suns. "What exactly is this world's trial? I have searched everything here. There is a boundary here, and no one else has appeared..."
Thoughts churned one after another.
Ever since entering, they had vaguely sensed that the flow of time here differed from that outside.
Yet this had been within expectations. As sects that had survived from the Primordial Era, every one of them knew that in the true ancient past, the stars had blazed in their splendor, while countless Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands had been nothing more than scenic terraces for sects. Worlds like