Chapter 77

Between life and death inside the deep pit, those outside chatted and laughed as if nothing were amiss. This is the world of cultivators: your death serves as a warning, and only by treading upon your bones can I walk further. People constantly descended into the pit, and just as constantly, others fled, unable to bear the crushing pressure. For a long time, no sounds of danger emerged from the depths, leading people to believe that the rumors of a killing formation were merely hearsay. Consequently, more surged into the pit, and the pit—like a bottomless abyss—seemed willing to swallow as many as dared to come.