Mahayana Stage Cultivators

At this moment, the Indestructible Pearl trembled faintly within Zhang Tie's hidden aperture. Each tremor seemed to be gathering some vast and majestic power.

The next instant, the seven-colored radiance that had continuously nourished Zhang Tie's soul and body seemed to be forcibly dragged away by an invisible giant hand, surging frantically toward the Indestructible Pearl at an astonishing speed and streaking into it like meteors chasing the moon.

Not only that, but with Zhang Tie at its center, the surrounding space instantly twisted, and a purple whirlwind several zhang in diameter abruptly took shape.

The whirlwind shot straight toward the auspicious seven-colored clouds in the sky. Everywhere it passed, all seven-colored light was devoured completely.

The seven-colored clouds seemed to possess intelligence. The instant the purple whirlwind struck, they churned violently, then scattered at an inconceivable speed like startled birds and beasts. In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace, leaving only a clear blue sky, as though everything that had just happened had been nothing more than an illusory dream.

After raging through the area once, the purple whirlwind slowly dissipated, leaving only wisps of purple air that gradually faded into the atmosphere.

Yet despite the seven-colored clouds fleeing quickly, in those few brief breaths, the originally deep-purple Indestructible Pearl had already undergone an astonishing transformation.

Its surface seemed to have been stained by a layer of ink. Its originally pure purple color was gradually eroded, turning into a mottled blend of purple and black.

Zhang Tie had no time to examine the Indestructible Pearl's changes, because a vast mass of cultivators was rushing toward his location from afar.

Within the crowd, a white figure flashed like a ghost. In less than a breath, he came to a steady stop more than a hundred zhang