<h4>Chapter 6020: Let Me End This</h4>


    “Let me end this.” Allmountain stepped inside the momentum, causing it to shake violently.


    “Mountains, follow me!” His hands became resplendent, conjuring a divine halo. It had the power of the origination and nothing could move it.


    He became majestically gigantic, flipping over the maelstrom.


    “Boom!” He broke the momentum and sted the defenders away.


    When they got up, they were deathly pale due to burning their true blood and lifespan. The st only made things worse.


    “The six treasures belong to Immortal Suppression.” He approached the highest pce.


    None could stop him due to the cultivation difference. Phantom needed their Specter Ancestor to be here.


    Greatsword and Smoke Fiend exchanged nces and gritted their teeth before nodding.


    “Back to chaos!” They roared thunderously.


    Other members became startled but chose to follow themand, breaking the arrays nearby.


    “Crack!” Cracks appeared on the momentum and immortal rays oozed out from the ground. The pces seemed to being back to life.


    “What are they doing?” This perplexed all spectators because a sect’s momentum wasn’t built so easily, requiring immense effort and resources. Most importantly, what were these immortal raysing out from the ground?


    They felt something ancient was returning to life.


    “Not good!” Allmountain immediately retreated.


    “Boom!” The entire momentum exploded. As the rays dispersed, something ancient manifested into reality - a sense of temporal withering.


    Time itself grew old and couldn’t flow any longer, eventually losing its identity as a natural affinity.


    Of course, time was never alive in the first ce. It could only make others grow old but this intent gave this strange impression.


    “Allmountain Cauldron!” Allmountain was quick but the ancient aura still caught up to him.


    Thus, he summoned a cauldron pouring down primary energy, aiding him in suppressing all attacks.


    Despite being the strongest cultivator here, he still couldn’t stop it. Nevertheless, he wisely used the momentum of the aura to propel himself away. Otherwise, he would be stuck and subjected to rapid aging.


    “Buzz.” The aura engulfed the pces and exerted its aging property.


    The pces were already old but they were still part of this world. Now, they seemed to be a missing corner of time, not part of the current flow.


    Thews and mysteries of the grand dao became stuck in this colorless dimension. Anyone inside would feel they had reached the end of their lives, sinking into old age.


    “What is happening?” Omni didn’t understand but knew the danger of the new domain.


    “The legendary ruins of the immortal.” Allmountain escaped sessfully due to his keen awareness and a touch of luck.


    “I see.” Omni took a deep breath.


    “What’s going to happen to them?” A spectator wondered while looking at the withering domain.


    “They’re stuck inside forever, just aging away.” Allmountain shook his head and said softly.


    The highest pce could no longer be seen either, subjected to the domain of oblivion. Its members chose to die from old age rather than give up their legacies.


    “Can we not enter?” Omni had no confidence.


    “Seems hopeless, Splendor Terra is no more.” Allmountain said.


    Listeners regretted this development. They were too slow to obtain the six treasures and now, all were unreachable.