Yunxi broke out in a cold sweat. This was practically a formation for destroying corpses and erasing all traces—it was leaving no survivors.
She put away the Seven-Star Deadly Staff, gripped a mid-grade spirit stone in each hand, and began frantically replenishing the spiritual power draining from her body.
She still had time to glance at Zhen Tongshuang and Zhang Yan beside her. Both were cultivators at the late Qi Refining stage; she did not know whether they could hold on.
Zhen Tongshuang encased herself in Millennium Cold Ice to keep her spiritual power from continuing to drain away. Zhang Yan had no such precious item. He had already collapsed to the ground, and his body was slowly dissipating.
"Zhang Yan!"
The Red Rope around Mu Ningzhu's wrist automatically recoiled, signaling that the person at the other end had died.
Mu Ningzhu's eyes reddened. She could only clutch the spirit stones in her hands tightly, keeping herself from following in Zhang Yan's footsteps.
Yunxi stared fixedly at the nine formations overhead, her mind racing as she searched for a way out. She did not notice the Flower Ornament on her brow flickering in and out of sight, helping her resist the formation's pull.
"Fellow Daoists, Li thanks you all for staying to attend my Dao Companion Ceremony, and I also thank you for your sacrifice. This way, my Qiushui can return."
A white figure appeared above the Nine Wheel Sacrifice Formation. As he spoke, he waved a hand and released a crystal coffin, which landed at the formation's core. The sacrificed spiritual power was converted through the formation and all flowed into that coffin.
"True Person Li, what are you trying to do?"
"Li Cangyuan, you evil cultivator!"
"Does City Lord Li know you are doing this? For the sake