Could this... could this be Above the Heavens?! Jiang Zhu guessed, intense wariness rising within him.
As his probing deepened, the environment ahead grew ever stranger.
All arts met their end here. Power of any level would dissolve completely upon entering that mysterious, unfathomable region, reduced to nothing.
At last, this passage seemed to be nearing its end.
At last, the end of the passage was right before his eyes.
It was an ancient and wondrous place, seemingly etched with the weathered traces of countless eras, a secluded land transcending the Heavens.
It seemed to span the River of Time, belonging neither to the past nor the present nor the future, standing apart from all known and unknown time and space.
This place was silent and desolate, yet carried a magnificent grandeur and an ancient resonance...
Between heaven and earth, sacred, solemn sounds of sacrificial rites lingered faintly, drifting slowly from afar.
At the very edge of his vision, the outline of an altar faintly manifested. Jiang Zhu dimly saw fragmented scenes flowing beside it.
Someone was conducting some kind of sacrificial rite before the altar.
"That is... black blood!" Jiang Zhu looked toward a spot not far from the altar.
An ink-black substance flowed quietly there, resembling blood yet exuding an eerie aura that made his heart tremble.
Crack!!
Yet at that moment, two streaks of lightning abruptly tore through the void, illuminating this already supremely sacred region.
They were not true lightning, but two almost tangible beams of a gaze.
The next instant, the images before Jiang Zhu's eyes abruptly fell into disarray. Every scene shattered, and he could no longer make out any details.
His soul trembled involuntarily.
The instant those two beams appeared, a sense of mortal danger swept over him like a tide. Terrifying pressure