Chapter 1043: Chapter 1043

Since you have come, you might as well settle in.

The death of the fat man made it clear to everyone in the hall that once they had entered this great hall, there was no turning back, and they all needed to enter the Land of Slumber.

With six or seven Primordial Chaos Daluo Realm powerhouses’ consciousness descending here, under their watchful eyes, instead of worrying about whether they could leave this place, everyone would do well to consider how they could keep themselves alive once they truly entered the Land of Slumber.

"Set off? We are already on the way to the entrance of the Land of Slumber."

The Emperor Pan Ancestor chuckled and continued, "That place is at the very deepest part of the Heavenly Gully in this sea domain."

"However, the Mysterious Turtle beneath your feet can only dive up to a million zhang below the sea surface at most."

"Once there, you’ll need to continue downward."

"Everyone present here are elites carefully selected from within the Primordial World. With your strength, I believe you can reach the bottom of the Gully."

"Upon reaching the entrance of the Land of Slumber, you will naturally learn of its position."

"We, along with several other Primordial Chaos Daluos from Outer Heaven, will not personally accompany you into the Land of Slumber, but we will keep a close watch on this matter."

"Whoever can uncover its specific circumstances and successfully bring back the news will achieve a great merit, not only for themselves but also for the force they represent, gaining significant benefits."

The Emperor Pan Ancestor elaborated to everyone voluminously.

As for the other illusory figures of the Primordial Chaos Daluo Realm within the hall, they seemed to fall silent, sitting motionlessly at the head of the hall.

Whether they were closing their eyes to rest or being wary of something and had withdrawn their consciousness from this place was unknown.

As for the Emperor Pan Ancestor, judging by the seating order, he was apparently the lowest among those few Primordial Chaos Daluo Realms in the hall.

Given his lack of strength, it was quite normal for him to handle some trivial matters, wasn’t it?

After hearing his explanation, the people present glanced at each other, nodded, and did not question further.

After all, the demise of the fat man had already informed them that no matter how grand their past was in the Primordial World, they still held little status in the eyes of those Primordial Chaos Daluo Realms in the hall.

The Emperor Pan Ancestor before them had already been quite considerate in personally explaining so much to them.

If they were to blindly keep asking questions and irritate someone, who knows what the outcome would be?

After explaining what needed to be explained to everyone, the Emperor Pan Ancestor seated himself cross-legged at his place, slowly closing his eyes as well.

The Quasi-Saints in the hall likewise found places to sit, beginning to adjust their states.

The hall that was lively just moments ago fell silent and peaceful once more.

On the cushion by the wall, Chen Hai sat cross-legged.

Since entering this hall, he had been remarkably composed, utilizing every moment to stabilize his Quasi-Saint Late Period strength as quickly as possible.

The words "Primordial Heavenly Path" had startled everyone, sparking thoughts of retreat, but Chen Hai, sitting in the corner, didn’t even bother to open his eyes.

Since they had already entered this place, could they really leave so easily? Was that even possible?

How others thought was unclear to Chen Hai, but he himself felt it was utterly impossible.

After all, his presence here was entirely forced by the Divine Ancestor Douzhan.

If he had the choice, he wouldn’t have come to this so-called Land of Slumber.

Lost in the process of stabilizing his cultivation, only a brief moment had passed before a voice suddenly broke the silence of the grand hall.

"Delivering you here is the extent of what the Mysterious Turtle can achieve."

"After leaving the hall, everything depends on yourselves."

"Remember, just keep diving straight down. If anyone tries to slack off and hides somewhere without entering the Land of Slumber, you should be well aware of the consequences yourself."

The speaker was unmistakably the Emperor Pan Ancestor.

Not only him, but the other Primordial Chaos Daluo Realms seated at the head of the hall had already opened their eyes as well.

The Divine Ancestor Douzhan sitting in the middle bore a meaningful smile, his gaze pausing for a noticeably longer time on Chen Hai.

What this person was scheming at heart, Chen Hai had no clue, but he believed it would certainly not be anything good.

At this moment, everyone in the hall had likewise stood up.

After saluting those Primordial Chaos Daluo Realms at the head of the hall, some were already leading the way out of the hall.

In the deep sea outside, despite the terrifyingly strong water pressure, none of the Quasi-Saints who stepped out of the hall experienced anything like being crushed to pieces by the sea instantly.

Unobtrusively, Chen Hai blended into the crowd.

He disliked being the center of attention or dragging others back, and he positioned himself in the middle ranks among everyone.

Stepping out of the hall, both he and the others had left the back of the Mysterious Turtle, now finding themselves in the utterly dark sea waters. Thıs text ıs hosted at N0veI.Fiɾe.net

The alarming water pressure made him quite uncomfortable, akin to suffocation.

It was not until he summoned white human faces, swirling around to protect his entire body, that he felt somewhat at ease.

Among the Quasi-Saints who walked out with him, some were fully armored, wearing a complete set of armor.

Others used their Divine Skills to conjure a bubble to reside in, floating within the dark sea.

There were even some who transformed directly, becoming a colossal, domineering crab, beginning to float up and down in the water.

Truly exemplifying the phrase "the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their own Divine Skills," these scenes were the real embodiment of this saying.

Encircled by countless human faces, Chen Hai, amidst the crowd, remained utterly ordinary and inconspicuous.

The crowd that had just exited the hall shared no immediate conflicts of interest, so for the time being, they remained harmonious and congenial with each other.

The Quasi-Saints near Chen Hai wore friendly smiles and nodded towards him, effectively greeting him.

Returning a smile in response, Chen Hai started to examine the surrounding situation.

The sea water a million zhang below the surface was pitch black, but such darkness could only hinder the vision of ordinary people, incapable of obstructing Divine Sense sensing.

Back in the 32nd Layer Heaven, in that endless darkness that twisted even Divine Sense, Chen Hai had lived for many years.

Compared to those times, the present conditions within the sea were nothing worth mentioning!

"The left side, the right side, both are rock walls; only the position we occupy is completely filled with sea water!"

"Could it be that this place is a crack in the seabed..."

Once the surroundings entered Chen Hai’s sensing, such a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.