The First Layer

When Davis reached the other side, a wave of discomfort suddenly hit him, causing his concealment to flicker, making him go in and out of existence to the sense of any observers nearby.

"Who's there?!!" A shout echoed in his ears.

Davis hurriedly used his Dark Concealing Shroud Art again and also held his breath out of slight nervousness. His mind hurriedly thought whether if he should kill this man without wasting a second.

A figure emerged from the entrance visible to his eyes.

Davis looked at the man who emerged from the entrance of the cave.

The man looked middle-aged and neatly dressed in white long robes tinged with yellow symbols and patterns.

Davis looked around to see that he was in a small cave opening.

He shifted his gaze behind and saw the distorted space in the middle of an ancient arch which resembled a gateway. He immediately guessed what this place was but was confused at another matter, 'Wait... Why is there only a single man here? According to mother, shouldn't there be a whole bunch of them on guard here?'

The man slightly surveyed the area before he shook his head, "I should've known, it was just my imagination. All their life tablets broke around the same time... Sigh, what kind of monster did they meet at that side? Or did they literally meet a monster? Or perhaps a mishap occurred?" The middle-aged man mumbled in a pitiful tone.

"Hey! Did someone return?" A voice echoed from outside, causing the middle-aged man to sigh again.

"No, I thought I vaguely felt a presence here but it was just my imagination..." The middle-aged man exited the cave as he went away.

Davis finally released his breath.

Coming out of nervousness, the first thing he noticed was that the heaven and earth energy in this place was of higher quality, making his cells experience bliss when they absorbed them into their pores.

But he hurriedly stopped doing that, afraid that someone might notice him.

His face slightly turned into a grin as he thought of how he didn't even need to lift his finger to escape from this place, 'Damn! I'm so lucky!'

While he was happy, he suddenly thought about what the middle-aged man said, 'Did he say life tablets? Woah, this is something we don't own. How do they make it?'

He suddenly got curious but immediately shook his head as he connected the dots and realised that he was not lucky.

'So those guards went away because they determined that there was no use for them to stay here anymore? Sigh, I'm glad that the massacre I caused was at least useful for this...'

Narrowing his eyes, he contemplated, 'Mother informed me that this place has Fifth Stage experts as guards and another cave which is above has Sixth Stage experts as supervisors... If I don't escape before the distorted space closes up, this place will be sealed soon with formations I couldn't possibly unravel making me stay here for another 15 years.'

He clenched his teeth and me a decision, 'I should be able to escape covertly if I use the people here who guards this place...'

His eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

Slowly walking to the entrance of the cave, he peeked outside and saw mountains that reached to the ends of his vision.

His mouth went agape as he thought, 'This is the Severed Mountain Stretches?' He blinked as the information his mother told, surfaced in his mind.

This place was as long as the distance between the Loret Empire Capital and the Ashton Empire Capital.

Coming out of his reverie, he glanced at the table that was on the surface of the hill and saw about 10 men sitting anxiously and restlessly fiddling with a jade stone.

'Are they sending long-distance transmission?' Davis guessed but felt that it was none of his business and, so he promptly used his Death God Eyes to see their names.

Even though Davis could tell that they were of the Fifth Stage, it looked as if their Soul Cultivation was lacking, making them unable to notice his probing.

Davis smirked, glad at the fact that those men had low Soul Cultivation and didn't somehow notice him miraculously. Otherwise, he would've had to kill everyone here and make his existence known to these so-called outsiders.

He wrote their names as he grinned hideously at his evil plan, though it was certainly good when considered from the other side of the realm, the third layer.

....

The white-robed middle-aged man sighed as he shook his head, "This is a huge tragedy, one that the Alstreim Family, Falling Snow Sect and the Towering Cloud Hall couldn't hope to afford..."

Another man beside him asked in a fearful voice, "By any chance will we be held responsible for their deaths?"

The area suddenly went silent for a few seconds before they wryly laughed at each other.

Suddenly, they all went stiff as their eyes turned dim.

.....

A few kilometres above from Davis's position.

"Kill!! Kill all of those bastards!!" A man with sharp eyes shouted angrily. Before him were many people with fearful eyes, their body trembling from the pressure the sharp-eyed man exhibited.

"Outer Hall Elder, We've already sent 180 5th Stage Experts to their deaths. Any more and our Alliance will suffer because of it!" Another man gathered his courage and answered as he closed his eyes.

The Outer Hall Elder watched him with cold eyes, his Peak Sixth Stage Pressure descending upon him, causing him to kneel, "There are still 20 more Fifth Stage Cultivators we can send. If we couldn't at least cause the other side to have losses, then consider your lives, forfeit."

"You, you and you. Go through the spatial tunnel and kill as many as you can!" The Outer Hall Elder pointed at some figures who were faintly trembling, causing them to break out in a sweat.

Even though they were told to go, they still held some vague hope that the Outer Hall Elder would let them go if they delayed.

"What's the matter? You people don't want to go?" The Outer Hall Elder asked coldly.

"Outer Hall Elder, we are not afraid of death! What we are afraid of is dying in vain!"

"Our cultivators who went in will undoubtedly die no matter how we strike!"

"The other side is defending their area since ancient times and never came to attack us!"

"It's clear that they have an absolute advantage in defense!"

The Outer Hall Elder's face turned ugly, "You all!! Very good! Now face death for turning traitors to the Alliance!"

These cultivators were nothing more than people who sought to gain benefits by joining the Alliance of the three powers in this region. As an Outer Hall Elder of the Towering Hall, he held utter disdain for them.

He waved his hands, intending to finish them off for disobedience when suddenly, ten figures flew up from below, causing him to get startled.

"Hmm? You all! Why aren't you guarding the place below!?" The Outer Hall Elder shouted with his eyes narrowed.

These ten cultivators were people who had contributed to the Alliance by being loyal and hardworking. In other words, they were people who were acknowledged by the Alliance, hence they had the opportunity to guard the place where the juniors of the alliance went.

"All of our Alliance's young elites have died! If we can't take revenge, we will have lived our lives in vain!!"

"Kill those bastards!"

"Kill them for the Alliance!!"

The ten cultivators shouted with an indifferent tone as if they were controlled by someone, but at that place, it seemed as if they were planning on sacrificing themselves.

The Outer Hall Elder's eyes glowed with admiration and watched those ten figures rush to the distorted space in full speed.

He didn't stop them but felt satisfaction at their sacrifice.

"You all saw that! This is what loyalty is!" His tone changed incredibly bloodthirsty as he stepped forward, deciding to kill these cowards.

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