Nether Sea Gu

Countless figures came charging wildly from all directions, Gu lights of every color blazing brilliantly and fiercely as the shriek of tearing wind thundered in their ears.

The cultivators whose reason had been crushed by greed abandoned every scruple. They scrambled toward the stall, fighting to be first to seize those few ancient Gu artifacts and gamble everything on a heaven-defying opportunity.

Yet just as countless hands were about to touch the treasures, at the instant the battle was about to erupt--

BOOM!!!

Boundless darkness suddenly crashed down, and the entire world seemed to plunge into an abyss of eternal deathly silence.

No one saw how Elder Xuanji had moved.

Nor did anyone sense the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

An endless expanse of dark seawater was born from thin air. It surged and spread wildly from around the stall, drowning the entire ruined Gu-built marketplace in the blink of an eye.

The crowd that had been clamoring and frenzied over the treasures was completely swallowed by the sudden pitch-black Nether Sea.

Cold, deathly still, desolate.

This was no ordinary water mist or spiritual power. Every drop of seawater condensed the ultimate Dao Rhyme of deathly silence, without the slightest trace of vitality and entirely beyond the usual principles of Gu power. The moment it touched them, it clung stubbornly to the cultivators' flesh and Gu bodies.

Several cultivators at the very front suddenly froze. Their blood and qi, flesh, skin, and meridians were all locked in place. Their limbs and bones became utterly stiff and numb, and even the thought of activating their Natal Gu completely stagnated.

"What's going on? My Gu can't move!"

"My body's gone rigid! What kind of sinister Gu technique is this?!"

Their terrified roars caught in the depths of their throats and were devoured