“Just like you said…” Wu Ru and Cen Sui inhaled sharply at the same time, their scalps crawling with numbness. The connate lotus of three hundred and sixty-five ranks flared with the power of order. It tore apart the deception from the connate treasure and revealed the truth to their eyes.

A horrific vortex and countless severed limbs assaulted their senses. If it wasn’t for Lu Yun, they’d be like the owners of these limbs—dead and floating in the void.

“Take a close look and see if there’s anyone alive out there,” Lu Yun said.

“Alive?” Cen Sui curled his lip. “No one can survive in that apart from peak grand supremes. I’m one step away from...