Cold.
That was the first thing everyone felt upon entering the Demon Realm.
This cold was not the physical chill of ice, snow, or wind, but a sinister chill that struck straight at the soul.
Fragments of shattered continents floated silently in the boundless darkness.
Across those continents, broken mountain ranges and pallid bones so enormous they were unsettling lay everywhere.
Aside from these sights, everything remained fairly normal for the first hour.
But as time passed, an indescribable sense of oppression began quietly creeping up every Immortal Emperor's spine.
Yu Han was the first to notice something amiss.
Her flight slowed involuntarily, her brows tightly furrowed, as though she were resisting some invisible force.
Soon afterward, Chen Xu, Lu Yu, and the others also paled.
"What... what is going on?!"
Veins bulged on Chen Xu's forehead.
He tried to circulate the immortal essence within him, only to discover, to his horror, that his oceanic Emperor Realm power, which normally obeyed him as readily as his own limbs, now barely flowed at all.
They were Immortal Emperors! Beings who stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm and had long since resonated with the Great Dao!
The underlying laws of this world were actually rejecting the immortal essence within them!
Si Chen, who was leading the way, stopped.
Naturally, he was entirely unaffected.
But as he looked at the Immortal Emperors behind him, sweating coldly as though facing a formidable enemy, a faint, thoughtful gleam crossed his eyes.
"Vitality, immortal essence, even the very concept of being 'alive'... are all loathed by this world?"
Si Chen murmured softly, then slowly raised his right hand.
Humm...
A thread of golden light spread with a sweep of his sleeve.
In an instant, the oppressive force weighing on Chen Xu and the others