The Primitive Mystic Realm did not disappoint Jiang Yi. If he had not entered this place, he would not have been able to imagine how it looked like.
Jiang Yi was now standing on a huge rock floating in mid-air. This was one complete rock that was pitch-black and as strong as metal; it was five-kilometers wide. At this moment, at least a thousand people were sitting cross-legged on this rock. They all wore the Demon-Killing Pavilion battle armor. It was obvious that no one outside the Demon-Killing Pavilion could enter this place.