Within the place where the Spirit Veins converged, the other Cultivators still wore wary expressions. Some quietly withdrew, while others hid in concealed spots, watching the movements at the center of the valley. No one dared approach that man lightly.
The angels still held their posts, their gazes falling on the man. A trace of gravity showed in their expressions, but they did not intervene. Clearly, they had also sensed his strength and were unwilling to provoke a conflict rashly.
At the center of the valley, the man suddenly raised his hand. With a light flick of his fingertip, an invisible force spread outward, and the spiritual energy within the Spirit Spring instantly surged, transforming into a massive pillar of spiritual energy that shot straight into the clouds.
When the surrounding Cultivators felt that power, they cried out in alarm one after another and hurriedly retreated, their faces filled with fear.
Bai Yu was also shaken numb all over by that force and quickly retreated several steps, yet an even denser greed flashed through his eyes—he was even more certain now that sacrificing this man would surely bring him an unimaginable opportunity.
The man lifted his head and looked at that pillar of spiritual energy, his expression still calm, as if this power, enough to overawe everyone present, was nothing more than a casual lift of the hand to him.
Bai Yu stood in the distance, watching the scene, and the plan in his heart grew even firmer. He quietly circulated his Soul Power, making preparations to strike at any time. He was only waiting to find the right moment, then he would sacrifice this man in exchange for his own chance at ascension.
Inside the tree hollow, Lin Taichu also sensed that violently surging spiritual-energy power. He did not