A group of cultivators froze, their faces clouded with thought. None of them were fools—especially cultivators who had trained to this level. They might not all be cunning as ghosts, but they would never make such a basic mistake.
Thus, no one dared fight to be the first to scout the way. Instead, the leaders began drawing lots to decide who would form the first vanguard. The oppressive atmosphere stilled the commotion, and everyone obediently accepted the assignments step by step.
As I watched the cultivators' movements with cold eyes, I took out a cinnabar brush and began drawing World-Fixing Talismans. Sun Chongyang helped me grind the phoenix goldstone into golden powder, while Yuan Ci and Li Poxiao used special glue to spread the powder over the silver talismans. With everyone working together, we had a thick stack of World-Fixing Talismans after a little over an hour.
The cultivators had made all their preparations for sneaking across. Looking closely, there were roughly a hundred and fifty or sixty of them. That was indeed a considerable number. Although I did not quite believe they could all remain on the other side and wait for us, we had no other choice but to trust them.
"Let's begin." I stood up, and the group of ghost cultivators also rose across the vast wasteland. They all looked toward me. With so many immortal cultivators below, their combined auras alone were sufficiently awe-inspiring. Sun Chongyang drew a deep breath and said, "Xia, this is truly an unprecedented feat. It will be enough to go down in the history of immortal cultivation."
I nodded and set up the ritual altar, planting the formation flags before beginning to chant the incantation. Since the spatial rift already existed directly this time, I did not need to fiddle around