"While searching for the Faith Sword, you must not seize this opportunity to deliberately cause large-scale slaughter or harm innocents. Violators will be stripped of their qualifications and severely punished without leniency!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators below reacted with astonishing speed. The instant the rules were announced—
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"
The sounds of air being torn apart rang out in an unbroken volley like popping beans!
For the opportunity to reach Spirit Transformation.
With almost no hesitation, the more than two hundred Nascent Soul cultivators below who had yet to obtain a spot instantly transformed into over three hundred Escape Lights of varying colors, hurtling madly at top speed toward the horizon where the Faith Sword had vanished!
Some used secret arts to accelerate, some produced treasure-seeking compasses, some attempted broad and rough scans with their Spiritual Sense, while those with quick minds began watching the movements of others, preparing to let the mantis stalk the cicada while the oriole waited behind.
In the sky, the enormous face of clouds remained quietly suspended.
Below, the seven whose spots had already been confirmed calmly closed their eyes to rest.
Time quietly slipped away amid the waiting and the faint disturbances in the distance.
Around half a quarter-hour later.
A somewhat bedraggled yet incredibly swift blood-colored Escape Light shot back from afar like a falling meteor, heading straight beneath the enormous face of clouds!
The Escape Light dispersed, revealing a Human Race cultivator with an ordinary face, yet surrounded by towering Killing Intent so dense it had nearly solidified, enough to make one's heart tremble!
He wore plain clothing, even somewhat tattered, but he tightly gripped a golden little sword about a foot long. Its entire body shimmered with flowing light, and the ancient seal-script character for "Faith" faintly surfaced