For three thousand years, the center of the Thousand-Array Deep gap had served as the definitive tombstone of mortal ambition.
Standing at mile one hundred and fifty, the 8th-Tier Void-Severing Grand Execution Array rose like a solid cliff face of churning crimson light. It spanned three hundred miles from the eastern cliffs to the western horizon. It anchored its roots into the underground void and scraped the cloud ceiling ten thousand feet above.
Within that towering crimson curtain, one hundred thousand tiny spatial slaughter blades spun in nonstop, overlapping gyres. Each blade was a packed fracture in the fabric of reality. It shook at forty-eight thousand cycles per second.
When a stray boulder the size of a hay barn tumbled from the upper cliffs and drifted toward the crimson outer edge, it didn’t shatter. The moment its stone surface breached the outer threshold, the blades flashed. Within half a heartbeat, the boulder was reduced to an invisible puff of stone fine mist. It scattered into the purple void like dry flour in a gale.
Back in the floating Grand Observation Pavilion hovering over the southern cliff edge, Elder Yan Baichuan stared into the giant Heaven-Gazing Bronze Scrying Mirror.
“He’s standing within two paces of the Wall of Absolute Severance,” Yan Baichuan murmured. He gripped the railing. “The array’s killing intent has reached critical deep ring. Even if an Earth Immortal dropped in his prime, a single breath at that distance would flay the soul from his bones.”
