An enraged roar echoed.
The divine silhouettes of countless prodigies rushed forward.
Among them was one figure.
He was high-spirited, his Demonic Qi billowing to the heavens.
His name was Zhuo.
...
"The Immortal Gate is closed."
"We can't go back."
"Stepping onto the Dao Platform is useless. It doesn't extend our lives; we still only have a hundred years..."
'Is this what makes the Human World left behind by a Divinity Transformation Great Immortal different?'
Watching the heavens and earth close off, the prodigies of the Immortal and Demon Sects despaired as time slipped by.
Their lifespans were ending!
They were about to die of old age!
But according to their calculations, they would have to wait a thousand years before they could leave.
And so, in their madness, they began to slaughter one another, trying to seize each other's treasures and absorb their cultivation to extend their own lives.
Ten Dao Platform experts fell.
