While chaos engulfed the Myriad Races Bridge, a storm of blood and slaughter also rose within the Human Ancestor Domain.
It left countless Human Race cultivators who still remained in the Human Ancestor Domain utterly dumbfounded.
Human Ancestor Domain, Forbidden Nether Mountain.
At the mountain's foot, snow lay in layered drifts, while ice crystals swept up by the frigid wind hung suspended in the air without falling. The clouds around the summit were slowly torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a skyvault like an abyss—dark and silent.
Within the mountain, a Human Race Immortal had gone deathly pale as he stared fixedly into the void beyond the mountain.
In that void, it seemed as though an invisible giant hand was overturning the foundations of mountains and rivers—his soul and spirit body trembled violently, while threads of origin immortal light frantically scattered away.
Countless life-saving measures he had kept hidden away like family treasures were swept off by a river flowing backward through time, vanishing one after another. It was a deprivation more terrifying than death—not merely stripping away his present, but erasing his past inch by inch.
He let out a hoarse cry of alarm. "Years Severing?!!"
"Human Race cultivator, Sang Feng."
The voice rang out from all four corners of the void at once. It was calm to the point of near indifference, yet it made the countless immortal arrays, restrictions, and seas of talismans across Forbidden Nether Mountain tremble in unison.
"As a Human Race Immortal, you attained the Dao in the Human Ancestor Domain a hundred thousand years ago." The voice was unhurried, yet every word sank into the Nine Netherworlds like a monument. "Who gave you the audacity to act wantonly in my Human Ancestor Domain and enslave the living beings of my Human Race?"