The Sky-Reaching Pillar was mysterious and dangerous, but the Quefu tribe cultivators all understood that, despite having been opened so many times, the number of cultivators who had truly perished inside the Sky-Reaching Pillar could be counted on one hand.
Even if they were assailed by the strange aura within, they were generally thrown directly out by the Sky-Reaching Pillar only when they could no longer endure it. But being thrown out merely caused the cultivators to fall on their own; it did not add force to their descent.
Thus, they would inevitably suffer some injuries. Yet even if their physical bodies were completely destroyed, as long as their Nascent Souls and souls remained unharmed, they could still recover. Therefore, true deaths inside the Sky-Reaching Pillar were exceedingly rare.
When the old man's cry rang out, Hu Feiwen and the others were all shaken.
At that moment, the energy raging inside the Sky-Reaching Pillar was even more powerful than before. The fluorescing light that had previously occupied a radius of dozens of yards had now expanded explosively to a range of two or three hundred yards.
Within the fluorescing light, the vast energy continued to whirl. A rumbling sound suddenly issued from the enormous radiance. Even with their considerable cultivation, everyone felt a lingering terror that refused to leave their hearts.
But by this point, no more cultivators were being thrown out.
Yet the young cultivator had not appeared. Everyone had originally believed that the young cultivator had triggered this change, but now that someone was still inside and had not come out, they could not help but grow pensive.
No one answered the Integration stage cultivator's question. Judging from everyone's expressions, each of them had already found their own clansmen.
"Brother Ding, may I ask how many disciples from