The Futian Secret Realm.
This was the place where an Immortal was said to have fallen, and murderous intent lurked in every corner of the secret realm.
Anyone with Golden Core Stage cultivation who came here was merely serving themselves up on a platter. Only those with Nascent Soul cultivation could scrape by alive.
But that did not mean Nascent Soul Cultivators dared to venture here lightly. On the contrary, they were terrified too.
Those bold enough to come here were the old monsters of the Cultivation World. They had lived for ages, and their cultivation remained a mystery. They often ventured into high-level secret realms, searching for life-extending spirit herbs and gambling on that sliver of a chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm.
Yet no matter how many came, one after another, no one in the Cultivation World had been able to ascend to the upper realm since the Central Sacred Land collapsed ten thousand years ago.
"They say the Central Sacred Land once held a passage to the Immortal Realm. But back then, the Devil Lord of our Devil Race severed that passage outright, robbing all you cultivators of your chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm."
Deep within the secret realm, a mass of black mist condensed into a roughly human shape, speaking in an eerie voice.
"So the Cultivation World has long since lost its passage to ascension. Those trapped here can only exhaust their lifespans and wait to die."
"Grand Elder of the Southern Spirit Sect, Holy Son of the North Ridge Sacred Ground, priest of Insect Valley-wouldn't you agree?"
The black smoke roiled, voices spilling from it without pause, accompanied by booming laughter.
Yet the three people opposite that mass of black mist remained unmoved. They continued meditating, as though nothing could possibly