Chapter 2268: Chapter 2266: Attack from Another Era Chapter 2268: Chapter 2266: Attack from Another Era The shadowy figure saw Ethan Smith heading toward the Seventh Layer, and the Sword Intent accumulating in his hand slowly dissipated.
“Hmph.”
The middle-aged man, observing Ethan finally making a move, snorted coldly and continued onward to his next destination.
In the Void of the Galaxy, Ethan stood on the warship—a dense crowd of cultivators was traveling toward the Seventh Layer of Purgatory.
In that vast Void, there were also nurous cultivators holding the Heavenly Punishnt Order, heading toward various continents, enacting the Executioner Sect’s directive for every cultivator to rush to the Seventh Layer of Purgatory.
Ethan carefully felt their presence, discovering that most were cultivators of the True Saint Realm.
Moreover, many were of unfathomable strength, so powerful that even Ethan couldn’t discern their exact capabilities.
*What’s going on here? Why has the opening of the Seventh Layer Secret Realm drawn the Executioner Sect’s attention? And judging by this uproar, it seems that whatever the Executioner Sect is orchestrating is monuntal.*
Ethan knitted his brows tightly, a potent unease rising in his heart.
Soon, the warship arrived at the Seventh Layer of Purgatory.
At this point, the Seventh Layer had completely transford. A massive Palace stood tall, its presence unknown until now.
The enormous Palace pierced the clouds, and every carving on it was breathtakingly vivid. Several statues of Demon Gods lood over its structure, invoking a visceral sense of fear at first glance.
However, the Palace wasn’t entirely solid—it was an illusion. When Ethan reached out to touch the wall, ripples spread outward, and the wall slowly dissolved into nothingness.
The towering Demon God statues appeared to be deities from an ancient epoch. Even given Ethan’s terrifying divine sense, he couldn’t shake off the oppressive danger they exuded. *He instinctively avoided making direct eye contact with those imposing figures.*
Edgeless, Hicks, the Blood Sect Sovereign, and Executioner Sect mbers stood within the Seventh Layer of Purgatory, joined by countless other cultivators exuding powerful auras.
“Is that Situ Haoyue? They survived the last era of the Path of Heaven, and it’s said they’ve existed for over twenty thousand years! I never expected them to show up this ti.”
“And i Li ca as well. She’s ruthless and often ventures alone into the Ninth Layer of Purgatory—a place where even True Saint 8th Grade experts must move in teams.”
A stunning woman with skin like porcelain, a figure as graceful as willow branches, stood quietly in the distance.
Ethan’s pupils constricted. It was the woman he had seen previously in the Seventh Layer of Purgatory. Last ti, she had been soaking in Bone Refining Water, and no Demonic Beast dared to provoke her.
As though sensing Ethan’s gaze, the woman glanced at him with clear, bright eyes and gave a slight nod.
“Is that Chang Ye?”
An elderly man, slightly hunched, entered the Seventh Layer of Purgatory. Elder Baker’s voice sounded from within the Suru Ring, uttering an astonished gasp.
“Who is this person? Do you know him?”
“That man is the prodigy of this Galaxy. Years ago, ard with just a sword, he stord the Holy Region, battling its cultivators for ten days and ten nights before retreating. He hasn’t been seen for thousands of years, so who knows how strong he is now.”
Elder Baker inhaled deeply.
…
More and more people arrived at the Seventh Layer of Purgatory. The eerie Ghost Qi emanating from the Palace surged again, and the Palace expanded several tis over, instantly enveloping all the cultivators within the Seventh Layer.
Inside the Palace, countless fragnted bones blanketed the ground, reaching up to the chest when stepped on.
Upon closer inspection, the bones radiated an aura that sent chills down to one’s Divine Soul. *It seed likely that these bones belonged to imnsely powerful cultivators in life.*
Ethan couldn’t help but feel unease creeping over him. *So many human cultivators had perished here—what had transpired within this Palace?*
Suppressing his growing anxiety, Ethan extended his divine sense to its limits, carefully examining everything within the Palace.
Suddenly, an ancient and unnerving scent assaulted Ethan’s nostrils.
“I can touch these bones now. The Palace is becoming more real!”
“This column—I can feel it! What kind of material is this? I’ve never seen anything like it!”
“Look, that Demon God shadow—didn’t a figure just flicker past?”
…
So cultivators suddenly scread, and chaos erupted as the surroundings devolved into a cacophony resembling a bustling marketplace.
A chilling sensation of being watched crept into Ethan’s Sea of Knowledge, as though invisible eyes were fixated on them all. *That sensation was indescribably eerie.*
“I’m done. I’m leaving this cursed place! This is effing bad luck!”
Amidst the chest-high sea of bones, so cultivators started breaking down. This wasn’t a place ant for survival.
People began fleeing desperately. However, the mont they stepped outside the Palace…
Their bodies suddenly froze unnaturally, deflating like punctured balloons, leaving only human skins crumpled on the ground.
In just an instant, nearly thirty people t their demise.
Ethan activated his desolate divine eye. Witnessing their deaths, he saw that every trace of energy from their bodies was drifting toward the underground beneath the Palace.
*There’s definitely sothing hidden under this ground,* Ethan thought quietly to himself.
With each death inside, the Palace expanded further.
The illusion of the shadow began to solidify gradually, while the bones beneath emitted a faint, foul odor.
Suddenly, atop the imnse Palace, torrents of Ghost Qi materialized.
That Ghost Qi amassed in abundance before cascading downward like a torrent.
Facing this bizarre Ghost Qi, Ethan didn’t dare let down his guard.
He unleashed his Saintly Body Skill, positioning Soren’s Shield horizontally before him.
At the sa ti, his Silent Destruction Fist struck forward with explosive force.
Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, thousands of cultivators unleashed their attacks against the Ghost Qi pouring down like a waterfall.
Yet, to everyone’s astonishnt, whether it was the power of their Magic Weapons or the spiritual energy and spiritual sense they launched, the mont these collided with the Ghost Qi, they seed to belong to entirely separate dinsions, inexplicably bypassing one another.
Boom!
Ethan felt as though his body was struck by an enormous mallet. The Ghost Qi pierced through Soren’s Shield and his Saintly Body Skill, infiltrating his body and divine sense.
Hundreds of people’s bodies exploded instantaneously. As their divine senses erged, they were caught and pulled away by an enigmatic force, vanishing in an instant.
Atop the Palace, countless attacks landed.
The spiritual energy illuminated the atmosphere, revealing the scene above clearer than before.
Nine statues of Demon Gods, each with distinct expressions, stared fiercely at the crowd. Despite the barrage of attacks, the nine statues remained utterly unmoved; the spiritual energy that struck them disappeared soundlessly, as if absorbed into the abyss.
“These aren’t the current Heavenly Dao Rules! They’re not remnants from the last era either! All attacks can only be endured—defense is impossible.”
Chang Ye murmured softly.
If these weren’t two sets of Heavenly Dao Rules, then this Secret Realm must have originated from a ti even further in the past.
The desolate divine eye consud imnse spiritual power, so Ethan dared not keep it activated constantly, only opening it during the mont the Secret Realm unleashed its assault.
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