In the end, they entered the Ultimate Land without trouble, leaving some of the younger generation watching from behind dumbstruck. Yet none dared attempt it or draw near.
They could not even climb those Transcendent Peaks. Entering that place was plainly like walking into a mountain of ghosts-unless someone was tired of living and wanted to court death.
"Where are we?"
With Jiang Ming and the Skyhorned Ant, Shi Hao seemed to pass through a thin membrane of spacetime, emerging on its other side, in a bygone corner of the Immortal Ancient Era.
What greeted them was scarlet earth and a pungent stench of blood. In some places, streams of blood converged into rivers that flowed with a thunderous roar.
"This is a fragment of the truth. You can treat it as a dream, but remember, don't hold back when you encounter enemies."
Jiang Ming offered that reminder.
Then he left with a light leap. He had taken such an enormous risk on this journey for one purpose alone.
The Immortal-Refining Pot belonging to that Immortal King Colossus, Kun Di, was here, collecting the blood essence of all living beings. The weakest creatures who had died in battle here had been at the Escape One stage. There were also many Supremes and True Immortals, and perhaps even the blood of Quasi-Immortal Kings and Immortal Kings had mingled with theirs.
Those beings were dead. There was no bringing them back.
Jiang Ming also needed their blood essence. He wanted to use it for cultivation, undergo a transformation, and capture the imprints within it.
The cultivation methods practiced by the living beings of this era left precious imprints inside their bodies. Those imprints could help Jiang Ming grow and comprehend fragments of the various Great Daos they had possessed in life.
Thus,