Just as battles erupted on the boundless Myriad Races Bridge, a bloody storm also swept through the Human Ancestor Domain.
It left countless Human Race Cultivators who still remained in the Human Ancestor Domain staring dumbfounded.
Human Ancestor Domain, Forbidden Seclusion Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, snow lay piled layer upon layer, while ice crystals swept up by the frigid wind hung motionless in the air. The clouds and mist atop the mountain were slowly torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a chasm-like vault of heaven, dark and silent.
Within the mountain, a Human Race immortal had gone deathly pale as he stared fixedly at the void beyond the mountain.
There, it was as though an invisible giant hand was stirring the very foundations of the mountains and rivers—his divine soul and spirit body trembled violently, while traces of Origin Immortal Light frantically scattered away.
Countless life-saving measures he had kept hidden away were swept off like a long river flowing backward through time, vanishing one after another. It was a deprivation more terrifying than death—not merely stripping away his present, but erasing his past inch by inch.
He let out a hoarse cry of alarm. "Slashing Time?!!"
"Human Race Cultivator, Sang Feng."
That voice rang out from all four extremes of the void at once. Calm to the point of near indifference, it made the countless immortal formations, restrictions, and seas of talismans across the entire Forbidden Seclusion Mountain hum and tremble in unison.
"As an immortal of the Human Race, you had achieved Dao Attainment in the Human Ancestor Domain for one hundred thousand years." The voice was unhurried, yet every word fell like a monument, sinking into the Nine Netherworlds. "Who gave you the audacity to run wild in my Human Ancestor Domain and