Elder Shao's figure flashed as he arrived in the courtyard, standing with a furrowed brow outside the pavilion, looking up towards the end of the sky.
Yin Lin moved slightly slower, flying in with a wheelchair.
At this moment, Wang Jixuan also opened his eyes.
His cultivation had broken through, and he was not far from the Mahayana of his third life, which should have been a joyous occasion. Yet now, with the pressure of Heaven upon him, he could hardly breathe, unable to move even a single finger.
Such pressure from Heaven was completely different from the pressure of a cultivator, beyond human resistance.
At least ordinary immortals could not resist.
However, Wang Jixuan was now merely immobile, with no other symptoms, able to see the eerie eyes appearing behind him through his spiritual sense, which extended only three inches around him.
It seemed as if there was a giant face there, but at this moment, only a pair of eyes were revealed.
What, what is happening?
