When Gu Yang stepped into the heart of Jiuyang Mountain, he immediately felt the terrifying emperor's mighty pressure.
The powerful force came crashing down, making his shoulders suddenly heavy, as if a dreadful mountain was pressing on him, almost making it difficult to move.
Such a change.
Caused Gu Yang's expression to change dramatically.
This pressure.
Was the strongest presence he had ever encountered, without exception.
Since reaching the peak of Ninth Layer in Tiaoist Palace Realm, with cultivation comparable to a Semi-Saint, Gu Yang believed that aside from some ancient strong beings, no one could threaten him anymore.
Even when faced with some ancient saints, Gu Yang admitted he wasn't their match but was confident in retreating safely.
But now.
Just a mere pressure.
Made Gu Yang unable to even muster a thought of resistance.
The gap between them.
Was like a vast, insurmountable chasm.
