The Disciple Gives Thanks

Not good!

At that moment, the three who had been proceeding through the relic as cautiously and warily as ordinary low-level cultivators underwent a drastic change in expression.

Without another thought for concealment, spiritual power erupted from their bodies as they frantically fled toward the outside of the relic.

But in the next instant, faint spatial ripples flickered, and a pristine ancient tower abruptly emerged from the void. A dazzling white light burst from the tower's base, like a pillar of light descending from the heavens, falling upon the three fleeing figures.

At that moment, everything in this stretch of space seemed to have been utterly frozen. The three wore stiff expressions, their postures fixed, already imprisoned within that white light.

Yet in the very next instant, the three who had been bound moved again in succession. Their figures flickered as they actually used the power of their Golden Cores to forcibly break free from the suppression of Nascent Soul might.

Three Escape Lights flashed, and in the blink of an eye, they had fled beyond the outskirts of the relic. The three soared into the sky and, without the slightest hesitation, scattered in perfect tacit understanding, each fleeing in a different direction.

"Hmm?"

This sudden development had clearly exceeded the expectations of the two Old Ancestors. Both revealed looks of surprise, then each took a step forward. Leaving only fading afterimages in the hall, they vanished in succession.

Outside, amid surging spatial ripples, the two Old Ancestors appeared one after another in the heavens. At almost the exact same moment, the three who had fled were bound once more, frozen amid the clouds.

And this time, with the two Nascent Soul Great Experts striking at full strength, the three who had been bound again did not escape as strangely