Never mind a one-in-ten chance of survival-not even a tenth had survived. Then those survivors were swept away by all manner of light. The outcome was plain...
Total annihilation. Certain death, with no chance of survival!
The Great Ascension had begun amid feverish excitement and surging enthusiasm. The spectacle remained intense, yet it now felt deathly silent-a deathly silence born in the heart, filled with suffocating dread, panic, shock, and oppression.
Before the Great Ascension, countless cultivators, including the people of Great Huan, had dismissed Xiao Ying's "edict of warning." Some had even considered it nothing more than alarmist talk from the Great Huan Celestial Lord, intended to keep everyone in the Pangu World to face powerful enemies together!
But the dangers of ascension had now appeared clearly before their eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe.
Spacetime storms and the tempering of chaos were the two great ordeals every ascendant had to undergo. Ancient texts recorded them, and many cultivators could accept their existence. Yet the power of these two ordeals clearly far exceeded those records. After all, the vast majority of the current ascendants had already condensed Dao fruits, and their cultivation far surpassed the minimum threshold for ascension. Even so, casualties had reached a horrifying rate of over ninety percent.
The ascendants possessed greater cultivation and strength, yet the danger was greater as well. Something was clearly amiss!
As for the final shadowy figures and lights, they were almost certainly the forms and attacks of great adepts beyond this world. In other words, even without those terrifying, unavoidable dangers, the chance of ascending successfully was practically zero.
"Hmph! Even in ordinary times, guidance or a return contribution is needed to ascend smoothly. With this great calamity upon the world, these cultivators have barely pocketed their benefits