True Realm's Fall

But regrettably, the disaster-beast transformation continued. Deficiency You decomposed into minuscule units and spread throughout the entire city, devouring spiritual energy and reproducing at terrifying speed.

Although the power of the newly split bodies was inferior to that of the old bodies, they had already recorded the directions in which they needed to improve. As long as they continued slaughtering, they would grow stronger.

Barriers, formations, spirit arts, divine arts, body arts—none of them could stop Deficiency You's invasion. Only a tiny number of powerful cultivators could maintain their self-preservation through immense magical power.

For example, some top-tier cultivators enveloped themselves in true fire that burned everything. The flames left no gaps whatsoever, so Deficiency You could only force its way in.

But that required constant evolution. At least some of its bodies still could not evolve into forms that completely ignored true fire within a short period.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Save me! Please, save me! I don't want to die!"

Far too many people had transformed into disaster beasts, wailing in agony.

Boom!

Terrifying power swept across them, turning every one of them to ash. High-level cultivators in the sky had made their move with cold indifference.

"Save you? At a time like this, there are things more important than you!"

The higher-ups of Hundred Flowers Spirit City decisively began protecting themselves, sweeping away low-level cultivators in swathes and no longer leaving them for Deficiency You to use as a source of power.

Spirit cities were the private preserves of various forces, large and small. Not an inch of them belonged to ordinary people. These people were rulers' subjects, used to gather echoes. Clearly, surviving this calamity was more important now. Killing them was killing them; at worst, they could clone several more generations of people afterward. It would not take