Damn, a plant.
Wang Jixuan's Main Body dropped directly to his knees, as though two massive mountains were pressing down on him. From his primordial spirit to his toes, he could not move a fraction.
There was no attack.
It was not a spell.
Just a single thread of the other party's pressure was enough to make him, a Mahayana Stage cultivator, unable to bear it.
Wang Jixuan used every ounce of strength he had to barely raise his head and stare directly at the source of that pressure.
The Heaven and Earth Dao Principles seemed to have failed here.
A figure stood beyond the heavens, at an unknown distance from this place, watching him coldly.
Even with Mahayana Stage cultivation, he could only make out the person's rough outline. All he knew was that the other party wore golden armor and was likely a male cultivator.
Wang Jixuan's breathing gradually became rapid.
The other party was increasing the pressure.
Moreover, Wang Jixuan heard several different voices slowly arriving from far away.
These people seemed to be speaking with the male cultivator who had appeared.
"Why must you personally act, Fellow Daoist? Just leave it to your subordinates."
The male cultivator answered, "Such an anomaly has only reached the Mahayana Realm in his Main Body, yet he can already fight Immortals. How can we allow him to keep growing? Hesitate when action is needed, and disaster follows."
"You and I are acting against a cultivator who has yet to become immortal. It is beneath our dignity."
"Dignity has never been worth mentioning. Maintaining order is the duty of us Tianluo Faction."
"Have you thought this through? The Heavenly Dao wants to protect him."
"The Heavenly Dao has protected many people. How many of them are still alive today?"
"When all