When Yun Congyue took his first step onto Immaterial Mountain, he thought that he was dead for sure. He felt like a little insect wrapped in amber, all of his freedom taken from him.

A suppression beyond imagination wildly gathered from all directions. And as time passed, it slowly grew stronger.

If things continued like this, Yun Congyue had no doubt that he would explode into countless fragments.

He wanted to struggle but couldn’t move. He couldn’t even make a sound. Bitterness tumbled around in his heart, as well as sorrow and sadness.

Thinking about it, to the incomparably formidable existence at Immaterial Mountain, he was nothing but a little insect that wasn’t worthy of attention.

Even if he were to die here, that person might not necessarily know.

The pressure grew stronger and stronger and it became more and more difficult to breathe. Yun Congyue could feel his flesh and blood and organs groan. Although he couldn’t see his own appearance, it wasn’t hard to guess what he looked like. His eyes were most likely blood red and popping out of his skull.

In just a moment, he would burst open from the inside. Bloody goo would splash out everywhere…it was bound to be a pitiful scene!

This sort of helplessness where he could do nothing but wait for death to arrive was truly a strange and unusual horrific ...