The mysterious celestial phenomenon lasted for a long time. Only after a full three days and three nights did that vortex gradually return to nothingness, and the clouds dispersed with the wind.
The sky regained its clarity.
The blue vault was washed clean, with not a cloud for ten thousand li.
The desert was still that same desert.
As far as the eye could see, it stretched boundlessly. All that entered view were a few shrub-like plants, and wild grass several feet tall swaying in the wind...
Everything was peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Phew!"
The dozen or so cultivators raised their heads. Including Old Devil Jia, who had the highest cultivation among them, every one of them looked utterly bedraggled. Logically speaking, when a cultivator advanced, the person undergoing it should experience the greatest danger.
A single moment of carelessness could lead to eternal damnation, beyond all redemption.
Yet there were exceptions to everything. These past three days had been absolutely miserable for them as bystanders as well. Their magic power had been sealed, and that terrifying spiritual pressure had enveloped everything within several dozen li.
Perhaps because the gap in realm was too great, under that spiritual pressure, even breathing had been labored for them, let alone moving their feet and leaving this place.
Now, that unbearable time had finally passed, yet the cultivators only looked at one another, still not daring to leave on their own.
Otherwise, if they angered that mysterious senior cultivator, would they not have no place to even cry?
The celestial phenomenon just now had been so vast and imposing. The other party's strength was likely something they could not even imagine, most likely a mighty cultivator above Spirit Division. Once such an existence became angry, killing them would be little