Eternal Emptiness Once More

When Jiang Ming arrived, the first thing he heard was a piercing, agonized scream. He had already done all that kindness and duty demanded. As a powerful cultivator, he had warned many people. Otherwise, many would have been reduced to empty human skins the moment they entered the small world.

But the Central Plains Ancestral Temple was too vast. Layer after layer of small worlds linked together, as though proclaiming the former might of the Feathered Deity Dynasty.

After all, only a Saint could create a small world. Moreover, the size of the grotto-heaven worlds they created varied according to the strength of their cultivation.

By now, they had reached the thirty-third small world.

They kept pressing deeper.

But when those piercing screams rang out one after another, Jiang Ming still quickened his pace and rushed over.

In truth, when that God-Slaying Insect nest appeared, another hundred or more cultivators would have died if not for Jiang Ming.

This time, however, those people had charged ahead to seize treasures, and they really had found one—a fist-sized piece of extreme dao immortal material. The problem was that they had also provoked terrifying monsters: four God-Slaying Insects resembling little Divine Dragons. They were utterly unstoppable. Wherever they passed, cultivators died in a single strike, a small hole bored clean through each victim's head, no wider than a thumb.

Throughout this hidden realm, dazzling magical treasures were unleashed, only to be smashed apart by those four rapidly moving streaks of golden light. These creatures were tougher than even the King-Tier Divine Weapons those people wielded. That was simply terrifying.

At this, the cultivators who had entered this world fled in panic. In a short span of time, over a hundred corpses had already been left on the ground, their skulls pierced through. Most