No one knew how many mortal days and nights had passed. Then the deathly stillness broke. The stone boxes before them reacted violently.
"It's starting."
Light blazed from every side of the stone boxes, as though a Heavenly God had poured endless vitality into them. The dense aura of reincarnation within stirred like a beast waking from a thousand-year sleep. Freed from every restraint, it drifted toward a particular direction.
And it was not only the Formless Demon Spider's group. Across the vast region, the stone boxes held by other Immortal Kings responded as though summoned by some mysterious force.
Faint threads of aura all pointed the same way. The aura of reincarnation was showing them a path.
Boom!
Like thunder exploding across the silent heavens and earth, everyone sprang into motion at once, like puppets whose mechanisms had been triggered.
Shrill cries tore through the air. Figure after figure streaked forward like meteors chasing the moon, smashing through the seemingly unbreakable barriers between worlds.
All of them raced toward a ruined realm, a place like wreckage forgotten by time.
The place would only remain open for a limited time.
Within that shattered realm, the landscape was vast, yet utterly desolate.
As far as the eye could see, it was a barren expanse of chaos, bleak and cold, as though covered by frost that would never melt.
Boundless darkness had swallowed the place like a ravenous beast. Countless stars hung motionless in the black sky, while mountains and rivers stretching billions of miles lay frozen beneath piercingly cold earth.
It was a dead world, a shell stripped of its soul. Almost no energy remained. Like an empty Netherworld, it breathed a stillness that inspired despair.
There was no clear sky to be seen, nor any patch of land bearing even