The other side.
Ji Haoyuan's figure had just emerged, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a cry as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Even though he had escaped from that place immediately, breaking through the grip of the giant hand with that worn-out bronze bell,
he was still swept by a wisp of aura from that giant hand.
He felt heavy-hearted.
An existence beyond a True Immortal was truly terrifying, wasn't it?
The most important thing was the news he heard not long ago.
This Upper Realm is actually shrinking.
In the near future, the entire Upper Realm will disappear.
All the great sects within the Upper Realm are planning their way out.
Many people are setting their sights on the Lower Realm connected to this one.
At that time, what would happen to their Lower Realm? No one could say for sure.
He needed to seize the time.
Thinking of this, Ji Haoyuan unintentionally raised his head.
"Hmm...?"
This glance made him pause slightly.
