Wei Banng’s sharp gaze swept over, and he imdiately pointed out to Fang Qingyu in a low voice.
The representatives of the Nine Nether Pavilion like Yin Wujiu, and Liu Qingyan from the Shenxiao Daoist School among others...
Among them were also a few they had previously encountered at the Eternal Night Deep Pool.
And further ahead.
There were even several figures exuding an overwhelming pressure far beyond the Profound Realm.
As conspicuous as lighthouses in the night.
Fang Qingyu looked at those figures of the Grandmasters and Divine Chosens, frowning slightly, and asked in a low voice, "With a migration of Life Ghosts on such a scale, suspected to be heading towards ruins, why haven’t I seen Martial Saints or Apostles taking action? They should be more adept at seizing the opportunity, right?"
Wei Banng was stunned for a mont, then explained, "The space within the Abyss... has beco extrely unstable since an event three years ago. The power at the level of a Martial Saint or Apostle is too imnse; once they enter, it can easily trigger spatial turbulence or even partial collapse, posing too much risk. So currently, the most active are the Martial Arts Grandmasters and Divine Chosen at most. The remaining Tier Three experts are stationed at several crucial nodes deep inside and wouldn’t easily move, let alone co to the outskirts."
Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully.
So that’s how it is; the limitations of space restricted the involvent of power at that level, instead giving them, these "Low Tier" explorers, a chance.
Everyone harbored their own thoughts, not interfering with each other.
Silently following behind the tail of the ant swarm, rapidly advancing towards the Sighing Barrier.
The sulfur sll in the air grew fainter and was replaced by an indescribable aura of ancient desolation and deathly stillness.
Accompanied by a hint of...
A sense of decay and decline so intense it made the soul shiver.
As they crossed over a massive black rocky ridge seemingly cleaved by a Giant Axe...
Buzz—!!!
A deep hum resonated to the extre, as if ringing directly within the soul, like the final lant of a dying giant beast, suddenly swept across the entire world!
Ahead.
An incredibly vast rim of a basin that seed forcibly torn out by an invisible force.
Fang Qingyu, along with all others who had tracked this far, saw for the first ti what a "Abyssal Level" Life Ghost truly was!
It wasn’t the horrifying and terrifying shape one might imagine.
More like a... living mountain slowly collapsing!
The colossal form was beyond imagination, seemingly constituted by innurable dark, cracked black rocks and so kind of carapace reflecting a dim tallic sheen, its shape twisted and indescribable.
Parts of its hulking body were deeply embedded in the ground at the edge of the basin, like they were rooted there.
Countless massive, withered tree-like limbs stretched from beneath its vast body, stabbing deeply into the earth, supporting its terrifying mass that seed to touch the low-hanging leaden clouds.
These limbs were also covered with cracks and signs of decay.
The most disconcerting was the multitude of huge scars on its vast carapaced body deep enough to expose bone!
The edges of so scars still retained violent energy fluctuations, as if they had been cleaved by a peerless expert.
Others seed to have naturally decayed and cracked, oozing a light-purple glowing fluid, glittering with starlight.
Exuding a thick aura of decay and death.
These glowing fluids dripped onto the ground, corroding massive pits, and rising violet smoke carrying intense ntal pollution.
Its head...
Or what resembled a head, was concealed beneath layers of cracked carapace, with only vague glimpses of colossal compound eyes resembling shattered stars.
The light within was dim, chaotic, filled with indescribable pain and an existential fear of oblivion stemming from the essence of life.
It was too old, too massive, and too... broken!
Just its re presence there.
Radiated a terrifying pressure enough to compel one to their knees.
It was an absolute oppressive force belonging only to life forms at the level of Martial Saints or Apostles.
Yet, this pressure which could make the world lose its color.
Now felt like a candle flickering in the wind, filled with indescribable weakness and... the sensation of impending death!
This is what Jiang Wei referred to as a presence "about to die"!
A true "Abyssal Level" Life Ghost equivalent to a Martial Saint Realm!
Now, it was at the final mont of its long and terrifying life.
That death cry ringing from the depths of its soul, like an invisible Heavy Hamr, struck fiercely at the spirit of every onlooker.
The edge of the basin, deathly silent.
All the mbers of the Hidden Dragon Plan who tracked here, whether it was the proud Yin Wujiu, Liu Qingyan, or the stable and steady Shi Zhenyue and Mo Chen.
Or those further ahead who exuded grandiose pressure like the Grandmasters and Divine Chosens.
At this mont were like they had been cast with an Immobilization Spell.
On their faces was only a look of instinctive dread and insignificance arising from the essence of life.
Chu Kuanglan’s bronze face had muscles stiffened, pupils violently contracting, and his knuckles turned white from gripping fists, yet he couldn’t utter a single sound.
Lu Jiuyuan’s hand that held his blade trembled slightly, the blade hung low as if the courage to lift it dissipated under the overwhelming pressure of that gigantic entity.
Wei Banng’s cold eyes for the first ti revealed an uncontainable shock.
Unconsciously gripping the Profound Qilin Double Blades at his waist, the cold touch couldn’t dispel the heavy chill in his heart.
Fang Qingyu also felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
As if the entire sky had collapsed, weighing heavily on his shoulders.
The Qi Blood within him involuntarily surged faster under the pressure, like a small boat struggling in a storm.
He took a deep breath, forcibly steadying his mind, and locked his gaze on that "living mountain."
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