P.S.: Revision complete
Above the skies, astral winds blew with a whooshing sound, like steel blades.
Meteors fell in the distance, scraping out dazzling fireballs as they plummeted toward the ground. Dark rays of light streaked across the void, vanishing in a flash. Red clouds shifted through the void, beautiful and enchanting, captivating to behold.
The Golden Haired Woman stood in the void, astral qi swirling around her body and blocking the various attacks.
Her expression was cold as she waited for the final result.
Just then, the void rippled slightly. The golden portal radiated a beam of light, and as it flashed past, a cultivator from the Feather Devil Race walked out. His expression was somewhat weary, and he bore several injuries, but his vitality, spirit, and essence seemed to have improved greatly.
In the past, he had merely been a flower in a greenhouse, but now he had become a young tree that had weathered wind and rain.
The Golden Haired Woman nodded, looking quite satisfied.
Another rumble sounded, and another cultivator walked out. His condition was poor, however. One arm was severed, and one wing had been cut in half. Fear filled his eyes. It seemed that he had endured a brutal battle in this Ancient Domain, and the fight had beaten the vitality, spirit, and essence out of him.
The Golden Haired Woman said nothing, but she had already given up on him.
A fellow like this had too poor a state of mind and was not worth cultivating.
The portal flickered again. Beams of light shifted and changed as cultivators emerged one after another, each displaying a different expression. Some had trembling arms, some looked terrified, some were fearful, some were delighted, and some were almost deranged.
Everyone stepped forward, counted their prey, and reported