When that vast, ancient Divine Sense thundered through their minds, Lei Wu and the twelve Ironblood Hall elites behind him instantly felt as though lightning had struck them.
It was absolute suppression born of a difference in the very tiers of life.
Their Divine Souls seemed pinned beneath an invisible divine mountain ten thousand fathoms high. Their thoughts froze like amber, and even the most basic circulation of Spell Power became unbearably sluggish.
Before this Purple Abode behemoth, which had slept through countless ages and possessed an aura as deep as an abyss and vast as an ocean, Foundation Establishment cultivators like them were truly no different from dust or ants beneath its feet.
Fear—even that emotion could not fully form before the boundless pressure crushed it into blankness.
The sole exception was Chu Bai.
The phantom Five-Clawed Golden Dragon manifested by his [fortune golden body] roared earth-shakingly within his sea of consciousness. The radiant power of Humanity's Fortune formed an indestructible golden barrier, firmly blocking the pressure that could have crushed a Foundation Establishment cultivator's Divine Soul.
Even so, Chu Bai still felt suffocating pressure. He knew perfectly well that an ancient guardian named [Abyssguard] stood before him, and the gulf between their raw strength was as vast as heaven and earth.
A single misstep would leave him with ten paths to death and none to survival.
Yet not a trace of panic appeared on Chu Bai's face. He did not so much as blink more than usual, remaining as calm as an ancient well untouched for ten thousand years.
Under the mountain-sized golden slit pupils of the Purple Abode behemoth [Abyssguard], faced with a deadly question that could decide his life or death, Chu Bai did not answer. Instead, he frowned slightly, allowing just the right amount of