As his words faded, the darkness before his eyes gradually shifted—dim shadows receded as light surfaced, revealing a stretch of verdant mountain ranges rising and falling like waves.
The peaks jutted like jagged fangs, veiled by drifting mists, while the mountain veins crawled sinuously between the towering ridges.
Li Hao could sense a dense concentration of the Five Fundamental Immortal Forces within the void—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.
These allowed those skilled in different immortal arts and possessing distinct immortal physiques to bring forth their strengths here equally well.
The design was perfectly balanced.
“This first floor’s environment… is actually very fair.”
Li Hao thought to himself.
Perhaps this fairness was meant for those at the perfected stage of the Immortal Lord Realm.
If the environment favored any one force too much, it would become unjust for others.
As his gaze swept around, a sudden rift split open in the air before him.
Out from it crawled three figures wreathed in black miasma—ancient demons, their bodies all different in form.
One was of the Emperor Jiang royal line, another from the Yama Clan, and the third reeked of rot, foul vapors seeping from its body.
The stench tainted the very laws and immortal force of heaven and earth around them.