Within the towering Sky-Reaching Pillar, the densely packed silhouettes of cultivators that had previously spun along with the surging energy had now vanished without a trace as the immense energy rotated at high speed.
In the short span of several dozen breaths, several thousand cultivators had already been ejected from the Sky-Reaching Pillar.
Without exception, these cultivators had their eyes tightly shut and had fallen into unconsciousness.
What slightly eased the minds of everyone on the plaza was that although these cultivators were unconscious, their lives were not in danger. Of course, this was also because everyone had caught them. If they had fallen directly onto the stone ground, there truly would have been very few survivors.
As they watched the silhouettes of cultivators lying sprawled across the ground, complicated and indescribable emotions flickered incessantly in the eyes of the Quefu tribe cultivators.
"This... this... Fellow Daoist Hu, what exactly is going on?" An old man woke on his own. His body sprang upright, and after waving his hands and raising his feet, his slightly stunned expression suddenly changed. He turned toward the Quefu tribe's Spirit Severing cultivators standing not far away and hurriedly spoke.
The old man's magical power had already recovered, but the immense soul energy in his sea of consciousness was being drawn by a strange force and was continuously flowing out of his body against his will. Faced with such a situation, the old man, who was in the Spirit Severing realm, was naturally filled with fear.
"Fellow Cultivator Tu, do you know what has happened inside the Sky-Reaching Pillar? Why has its energy suddenly become unstable?" The Quefu tribe cultivators did not answer his question. Instead, they hurriedly asked about the situation inside the Sky-Reaching Pillar.
Seeing the equally shocked expressions of the crowd, a