Far above the Upper Ancient Battlefield, the sky of the Undead Cradle suddenly fell silent. It wasn't the silence after an explosion, nor the calm before another clash.
It was an absolute silence, and even the endless screams of the battlefield seemed swallowed by something immeasurably greater.
'BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!'
A profound aura suddenly descended from beyond the secret realm itself, and it did not belong to any cultivator, nor any law or race. Instead, it felt as though the Abyss itself had turned its gaze toward the Undead Cradle.
The invisible pressure spread across the entire secret realm without speed or sound. It simply existed, engulfing the entire Upper Ancient Battlefield, mountains, rivers, battlefields, ruined fortresses, ancient tombs, the Lower Grave Strata, and every inch of the secret realm.
