"Look, the Profound Yellow Halo!"
Emperor Zheng Hui cried excitedly, "I've read descriptions of this halo in ancient texts. They say that seeing it means you've reached the edge of the Great Desolate World. Only at the edge of the Great Desolate World is the Profound Yellow Aura so dense that it condenses into this kind of Profound Yellow Halo."
In an instant, everyone was stirred with excitement. They had charged blindly in one direction, without knowing how much time had passed. It was as if they had been placed in an endless, lightless tunnel and left to crawl. Even mighty cultivators couldn't withstand such torment.
With a whoosh, the formation in which they had gathered passed through the Profound Yellow Halo. In that instant, everyone began breathing deeply. Every pore on their bodies opened, and every drop of blood surged and boiled.
The feeling was somewhat like when Xu Yi had once passed from a world with scant spiritual energy to one with abundant spiritual energy, but none of his past leaps between worlds had ever brought him such intense shock and exhilaration.
Bathed in the dense Profound Yellow Qi, everyone felt their bodies invigorated and their spirits soaring. The exhaustion and resentment accumulated over many days of racing through the starry sky all poured away into the dense Profound Yellow Qi.
"Something's wrong. Be on guard!" Xu Yi barked. In an instant, everyone snapped out of their comfort.
"What are you yelling ab—" Emperor Bai Bo flew into a rage, but before he could finish, a dazzling streak of light appeared. Its speed was beyond anything they could imagine. Everyone tensed at once, and at the same time, every trace of contempt for Xu Yi vanished from their hearts.
The streak of light reached them in the blink