Falling into Hell

Only after recalling the strange incident earlier did Yao Qianji's expression regain some composure. His tone shifted, becoming much more solemn.

"There's no need to mention this matter again. Just escort those lowly commoners to the Northern Desolate Wasteland."

"As for the ancient sea beasts, something is truly peculiar. We must send someone to investigate thoroughly—what could have caused such an anomaly?"

"Even I have never witnessed an entire clan of sea beasts migrating. There might be something terrifying behind this, something that could even affect the Divine Land. This is the top priority!"

The guard trembled at his words and immediately bowed.

"As you command!"

As he stepped out of the ancient city, Yao Qianji's decree spread. The Black Dragon Divine Guards by the coast received the message, their voices booming like thunder over the shore.

"You lowly commoners, move swiftly to the Northern Desolate Wasteland to mine the Heavenly Ore!"

Instantly!

The cultivators along the coast were struck with horror, their faces twisting with shock and indignation.

"What?!"

"How could this be?!"

"They actually want us to mine like laborers?!"

"Outrageous! I’ve cultivated for tens of thousands of years, once reigning as a clan patriarch, a ruler of my own heavenly domain! How dare you insult me like this!"

"Exactly! Though our cultivation may be lacking, we are not mere livestock to be slaughtered! We will not be treated as slaves!"

The sudden command left the cultivators in disbelief. Many roared in fury, their pride refusing to bow to such humiliation.

Watching the ants below clamor, the black-armored guards in the sky remained indifferent, as if such defiance was nothing new, unworthy of their attention.

Then, the squad leader crossed his arms and issued another cold order.

"This is Lord Yao’s command. Those who disobey will be executed without mercy!"

The moment his words fell—

Several black shadows streaked across the sky, landing on the ground in an instant.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With faint, almost imperceptible sounds, the shadows darted into the crowd.

Then came the sickening bursts of blood and flesh.

"Thud!"

Over a hundred who had spoken out earlier collapsed lifelessly.

Some had their hearts pierced, eyes wide with unwillingness. Others were decapitated, their lifeless gazes frozen in horror. Some simply exploded into mist, their bodies and souls erased without a trace.

In an instant—

The remaining cultivators stumbled back in terror, cries of shock erupting.

"This—this can’t be?!"

"Brother Liu! NO!!!"

Trembling, their eyes filled with overwhelming fear and disbelief.

Before they could even react, the enemy had already slaughtered their way through, cutting down comrades who had once stood together. It happened too fast—too brutally.

In mere moments, life and death were decided.

The gap in strength was like heaven and earth. What they had just witnessed was far more terrifying than wolves among sheep.

Even those still standing were petrified into silence.

Too strong.

These people from the Fallen God’s Land were far beyond their comprehension.

Their overwhelming power not only crushed all resistance but also shattered every last shred of defiance in the cultivators’ hearts.

Only pure, unrelenting fear remained, gripping every soul present.

It felt as though, at any moment, death could claim them all.

The legendary paradise at the end of the Great Dao—was this what it truly was? None had imagined that their dream-come-true would turn into a nightmare so quickly.

From heaven to hell, in the blink of an eye.

Nearly ninety percent of the cultivators were too terrified to speak, trembling as they retreated, utterly subdued by the enemy’s might and merciless brutality.

Lin Ruowei’s face paled as she stared at the bloodied corpses on the ground.

Just as the tension reached its peak—

An elder with an immortal’s demeanor, Elder Song, quietly slipped toward the back of the crowd. Suddenly, he crushed a treasure hidden in his sleeve, his body enveloped in a hazy mist as he prepared to tear through space and escape. A wild grin spread across his face.

"Fellow Daoists, I’ll take my leave first. My apologies!"

The commotion stunned those nearby.

"Elder Song, you—?!"

Not only his acquaintances but even strangers were dumbfounded. How could this revered elder abandon them at such a critical moment?

Some turned pale with shock, others burned with anger, while a few seemed to realize something.

But before anyone could react—

The space around Elder Song suddenly froze. The ripples of his escape dissipated, and his fading figure snapped back into clarity.

Then, his body began to twist grotesquely.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, Elder Song screamed as he burst into a cloud of blood.

Several cultivators were splattered, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

Above them, the squad leader slowly retracted his clenched fist, his face filled with disdain.

"Anyone else want to run?"

His casual words carried an oppressive might, descending from the heavens like a crushing weight. Every cultivator along the coast felt as though a mountain pressed down on them.

Those with weaker cultivation even coughed up blood.

Too terrifying…

The gap in strength was unimaginable. Even escape techniques were utterly useless.

At this moment—

All thoughts of resistance vanished. The cultivators were consumed by despair.

Finally, someone could bear it no longer and let out a desperate howl.

"Heavens!"

"Why is the Fallen God’s Land like this?! Is there no one to save us? We’re fellow humans! After enduring countless trials to get here, why must we suffer such humiliation?!"

"Is this the true face of the Fallen God’s Land?!"

"I refuse to believe it! I REFUSE!!!"

Yet no matter how he screamed, no answer came.

As the world’s cruel truth dictated—the weak had no right to fairness.

As more black shadows descended, the suffocating pressure grew unbearable. In just a few dozen breaths, regardless of status or cultivation level, everyone had their powers sealed.

Men and women alike were bound with enchanted golden ropes, linked like a chain of prisoners, before being dragged into the void…