Everyone in the distance watched intently. They all knew that battles between spiritual souls were exceptionally perilous; a single strike could severely injure the opponent and decide victory or defeat.
There was no other reason than that spiritual souls were ultimately weaker than physical bodies. If one side's soul attack surpassed all imagination, it could completely shatter the opponent's defenses in a single strike and damage their spiritual soul.
Of course, terrifyingly powerful soul arts were generally forbidden techniques, and ordinary cultivators would not activate them lightly. Once activated, they had to be reinforced with one's own spiritual soul origin. It was an act of injuring the enemy by a thousand while suffering eight hundred points of damage oneself. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would bring it out.
Even so, battles between spiritual souls were exceptionally dangerous. They normally could not be seen at all. Only when one was fighting for one's life and had reached an extreme crisis would one send out their spiritual soul and stake everything on a desperate clash.
This filled the various Mahayana cultivators with anticipation. They wanted to see what the battle between the two spiritual souls would look like.
After several breaths, the two had already released a vast amount of soul energy from within their bodies, and their spiritual souls had departed from their physical forms. Such speed could already be considered extremely fast.
A spiritual soul leaving the body was not something that could simply be spoken of. A cultivator had to use soul arts within their body and depart without damaging their sea of consciousness. The process would certainly involve some danger; the slower the speed, naturally, the more stable it would be.
"Try the might of this old man's first strike!"
Following Saint Ancestor Luo Zhe's soft shout, the