One by one, those ancient monsters and peerless powerhouses who had once dominated an entire era began to wither. Because they had surpassed Chen Xuan and drifted toward the center of the Black Death Abyss, their faces rapidly aged, deep wrinkles carved into their skin, and their dark hair turned to frost. Their flesh and muscle shriveled at a terrifying speed. This rate of decay chilled the hearts of the various factions still observing from the sidelines, leaving them to stare at one another in horror.
The cultivators of the most ancient traditions were especially devastated. To see their own ancestors, who had possessed boundless imperial might just moments before, reduced to decrepit husks and dying right before their eyes was an agony those who had witnessed the ancestors' glorious, radiant eras could not bear. Some wailed aloud, others clutched their heads and screamed, and some stood frozen in sheer terror.
For any top-tier tradition, the stripping away of an ancestor’s true life essence until death was a catastrophic blow. These ancient factions, which had emerged suddenly and seemed more powerful than many of the Immortal World’s great sects, had spent countless years hiding in the Thirty-Three Heavens, cowering from ancient catastrophes. They had not been living lives of gods, but rather enduring a hidden existence. Now, finally emerging in this era, to lose their most vital patriarchs before even catching a glimpse of the secrets behind the eternal cataclysm and …
Chapter 5541