"Just now... what exactly happened?"
A title-level reincarnator shrouded entirely under a shadowy cloak spoke, his voice dry, each word squeezed out with difficulty. The fear that sank deep into his bones was palpable, even through the heavy cloak.
"It seems like sothing... disappeared..." Another figure, as burly as a mountain, also turned pale, with cold sweat beading on his forehead. His heavy breathing echoed abrasively in the dead silence of the ti-space rift.
"Where did the Witch Master and the others... go?" Soone asked shakily, their gaze sweeping repeatedly over the spot where the Witch Master and others previously stood.
It was completely empty, not even a trace of energy lingered, as if the four once overbearing title-level powerhouses were just a collective hallucination.
"It seems like sothing... descended!"
As title-level reincarnators whose power can rival those at the Void Refining Stage in the cultivation system, their perception was incredibly sharp.
Even though Lu Yan sealed the ti-space with the order of the Divine Court, he could not completely erase their vague mory of that fleeting mont.
They vaguely sensed that at that instant, a great presence, beyond their understanding, montarily descended into this distorted ti-space rift.
The oppression made them unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance, as if in the face of a true deity, they, the so-called strong, were as insignificant as dust.
Then ca the breath of destruction and doom, surging like a tide, forcibly erasing the Witch Master and the other four title-level beings from this world without leaving a trace.
But when they tried to trace back the source of this horrific event, looking for clues left by the great presence, they were horrified to find that everything was as elusive as a mirage.
Causality was completely severed, as if the Witch Master and the other three title-level reincarnators had never set foot in this ti-space from the very beginning, their existence negated at the root.
Yet deep in their mories, they clearly retained vivid images of the Witch Master and others, and vague perceptions of the great presence that descended.
This intense conflict and contradiction between reality and mory tore at their nerves like two invisible hands, causing their deep-seated fear to grow wildly like weeds, almost consuming their sanity.
If the Eye of God, with its traceable, observable, and analyzable power, was still within their comprehension despite inducing despair, it at least ignited a rebellious desire rooted in the desperados, who sought ways to break the Celestial Do and seek a glimr of survival.
Then the scene where the Divine Kingdom’s shadow descended, judging the foes with the lightest touch, had completely transcended their understanding.
The unknown is often more terrifying than known dangers; the more incomprehensible it is, the more fearful it becos.
All the surviving title-level reincarnators briskly exchanged ideas through Divine Thought in that brief mont.
Ultimately, they unanimously turned their gaze towards the only one in the field whose deanor remained sowhat calm: the Blood River Demon Venerable.
"Demon Venerable! Just now... what deity was that?"
"You must know sothing! Speak up!"
"What secret is this world hiding?"
A barrage of rapid-fire questions hurled towards the Blood River Demon Venerable like cannonballs.
So sharper-minded title-level reincarnators even linked it to the earlier scene where the Blood River Demon Venerable humbly surrendered in front of those natives.
And just now, when the Blood River Demon Venerable turned against four title-level powerhouses to protect those natives’ interests, a flash of realization crossed their eyes.
They realized that the Blood River Demon Venerable’s actions weren’t baseless, and there must be greater benefits driving him to go against the four title-level powerhouses.
In the face of the crowd’s questioning, the Blood River Demon Venerable abandoned his previous humble deanor, regaining the lofty arrogance of a great demonic figure.
He snorted coldly, speaking with a tone imbued with condescension: "Many things, at your level, you are not yet qualified to know. But there is one thing I can tell you unequivocally."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over every title-level reincarnator present, with a hint of inexplicable aning in his voice:
"This world might appear narrow in territory, far less than the many worlds we have experienced, and even its native extraordinary power system isn’t particularly strong.
But if any of you have tried tracing this world’s origin, you’ll undoubtedly discover that it is entirely different from the world systems we know.
In fact, the position of this world is so high that it has probably exceeded all your imaginations.
If not, why would even the Main God wish to get involved, even at the cost of launching such a massive reincarnation invasion?"
"This place is a chessboard where so great presences play their gas, and whether we like it or not, we are rely pieces on this board to be manipulated at will by these great beings."
The Blood River Demon Venerable’s tone carried a hint of self-mockery and a complex emotion that defied description.
"As fellow reincarnators struggling to survive under the Main God, what I, the Blood River Demon Venerable, can advise you is only so much.
As for whether you continue in ignorance or see reality for what it is, that depends on your own fate."
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