The Immortal Realm shrouded in darkness was like a pit of despair with no end, devoid of even the slightest beam of light, and without any trace of life.
Everywhere lay the cold and silent Immortal Rocks, bizarre in shape and contorted in ghastly forms, yet utterly seamless.
There were no large stones or tiny particles of dust here.
The Immortal Rocks were whole, silent, solid, and eternally quiet.
They contained the rules of the Immortal World within, but these practically never operated, instead maintaining their original form.
This was indeed a wild and desolate land of death, an absolute no-man's-land!
It was also the most genuine face of the Immortal World.
In such conditions, even a Nine Tribulations Immortal would hardly survive an hour.
Only the Hundred Tribulation Immortals, those dragging their families and carrying their native cultivation realms, could move and battle normally.
