The former site of the Demon Sect was in utter chaos. The people of the Ancient Heavenly Court watched the ten-thousand-zhang giant tower collapse, each one shocked and terrified. They threw aside everything they were doing and rushed toward the giant tower, as though they could accomplish something that way.
Tai Hao's infiltration plan had ended before it had even begun.
Qin Yang shrank his neck. At a time like this, he absolutely could not show himself, much less let anyone discover him. Otherwise, he would be the one left holding the black pot, without a doubt.
Though the black pot did belong to him, he still could not carry it.
If he carried it, that would mean facing the Ancient Heavenly Court head-on. That was far too unlike Qin Youde.
The Dead Spirits watched the giant tower shatter and vanish completely, their hearts filled with fear and despair. The radiance that had illuminated the former site of the Demon Sect was extinguished at that moment, and the divine whispers drifting through heaven and earth gradually fell silent as well.
No matter how much they clung to luck, they had no choice but to admit that everything was over.
The fanatical diehards acted as though they themselves had died, but unfortunately, such people were only a minority.
After dying, continuing to fanatically devote oneself to a deity who was no longer here was indeed not something many cultivators, most of whom sought their own transcendence, would do.
Most of the remaining Dead Spirits had merely gone with the tide. Now they were afraid—afraid that after botching this matter, the opportunity they had finally regained would be cut off completely, leaving them to scatter into smoke and ash, never to appear again.
Those who had died once would not become unafraid