Everywhere it passed,
the isolating Dao patterns of the independent barrier realms shattered layer after layer,
and barrier walls, some naturally formed and others forged by those who came before, were instantly torn apart as easily as paper.
Then the Imperial Dao aura, its terrifying pressure partially diminished, drove straight in, pouring into one prodigy's Gala cultivation ground after another!
"What happened..."
"What's going on?!"
"Could something have changed in some part of the battlefield from ages past?"
"..."
"This half-year period that comes once every sixty years should be the most peaceful time here. How could something like this happen as soon as we entered?"
"This commotion... could someone outside be forcing their way into the core secret realm?!"
"..."
Within the disconnected "safe zones," over ten thousand prodigies had yet to fully enter meditation when the sudden upheaval startled them.
Their expressions changed drastically, and they all looked up toward the approximate source of the erupting aura.
By the time that aura reached a considerable number of them, its power had already been worn away.
Yet the supreme pressure it invisibly carried left countless faces deathly pale and minds violently shaken. Many could not help wanting to prostrate themselves.
Inside some of the barriers closer to the eruption,
a few prodigies had no time to react before the sweeping aura of annihilation crushed them head-on!
"Aah!!"
Beneath Dao waves of such a level, their agonized screams were cut short before they could even finish crying out.
Even before that, the protective artifacts their fathers and ancestors had bestowed upon them, refined from rare divine materials, along with their life-saving trump cards, had been crushed beneath the residual power of the Extreme-Path Divine Weapon.
Like thin, brittle glass, all of them shattered to pieces.
They offered not the slightest