Chapter 3621 Fake Memories

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of unicorns rushed towards the Evil God. If he were to be trapped underneath their stomping hooves, he would surely die.

"Illusion Breaking Rune!"

Signaled by his loud chant, his Soul of Light flashed brightly and tried to escape from the Other Shore.

However, the green thread firmly bound his Soul of Light to the Other Shore. As powerful as the Evil God was, he couldn't break the thread's hold.

Once the Evil God saw the herd of unicorns draw closer with each gallop, various thoughts raced through his mind.

Amid his despair, something unexpected happened—the herd rushed towards either side of the Evil God to avoid trampling him. It was almost as if they were frightened by something.

"This..."

The Evil God stared dumbfounded at the scene playing out before him. He had no idea what was happening.

"The souls wandering on the Other Shore are too fragile. Haha..."

A scornful voice mocked.

A woman suddenly appeared not too far away from him, half of her body wrapped within a red ball.

"Who are you?" the Evil God asked, his voice severe.

He had always gone on a rampage on the Other Shore. Apart from showing restraint on Stage Eleven, he portrayed even more aggressive than Zen.

But the woman in front of him gave him the feeling that she was probably the most threatening person he had met here!

"Who am I? You don't have to know," she replied coldly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out of the Evil God's Soul of Light. The aura held a force that brought about an intent to kill, like a sword that eagerly waited to slash and slaughter.

This aura would be enough to easily injure any opponent with an ordinary Soul of Light.

This woman before him, on the other hand, was anything but ordinary. He made sure not to make a fool out of himself and proceeded with every interaction with her cautiously.

He decided that he couldn't afford to provoke an opponent he knew nothing about and risk too much. The aura burst for a split second before dissipating as if it had never existed.

This left the mysterious woman shocked.

No ordinary person would have enough power to burst out such a killing intent.

All who were qualified to enter the Chilling Bone Land possessed exceptional talents.

This man had the power that qualified him to enter the Chilling Bone Land with the mere form of Soul of Light, perhaps he had immeasurable value, the woman thought.

Remembering her leader's words, she sighed inwardly and finally replied, "You m

array in front of each cultivation room.

Once activated, they woke up the people that resided within each secret cultivation room.

The disciples who were cultivating in seclusion or just roaming the Other Shore were all awakened.

Save for a few disciples who were within the temples and were unable to part from the Other Shore, those other disciples on the first to the third floor walked out of their cultivation rooms upon hearing the horns.

Zen had long retreated from the Other Shore and had been studying the Civilization Artifact of the human race.

At the sound of the blaring horns, he raised his eyebrows and then proceeded to open the door to his cultivation room. He witnessed many of the second-floor disciples gathering in the corridor with worried faces.

"What happened?"

"Are they gathering all the people in the Land of Sword Grief?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple..."

The Land of Sword Grief's disciples were powerful forces in the Oneness Sky Palace. This meant that they could enjoy a quite relaxed environment for cultivation here.

As long as they could finish the challenge at the beginning of the month, they were free to come and go whenever they pleased. So to see them all gathered in one place was an unusual sight.

In the cultivation rooms on the third floor, the doors were opened.

There were only a dozen disciples on the third floor. Even outside the Oneness Sky Palace, these people were fully capable of fighting and defending themselves.

Even they appeared concerned upon hearing the horns.

"Click..."

To the far right of the third floor, the door to the No.1 cultivation room opened. A woman donning a plain robe walked out