Sacrificial Dao Oath

Countless cultivators hurried back and forth, carrying box after box of pills onto one of the Sky Wave Crossings.

Hanyu lay on the deck. Mo Xiuwen pried his mouth open and poured pills into it as if he were emptying a bag of beans.

The scene was simple and brutal.

Yet even so, Hanyu showed no sign of improving.

Quan Xiaotong immediately ordered someone to fetch Xiao Yan and Luo Fen, but after looking Hanyu over, they were just as helpless.

"With this many pills, you could poison an entire crowd of proper cultivators."

Xiao Yan frowned and sighed helplessly.

"That can only mean the deficit inside him is either a bottomless pit or he's still losing strength."

Luo Fen sounded thoughtful.

His words gave Xia Wuyou an idea. He remembered the other instructions from that strange spirit, and his expression immediately turned grave.

"Quick! Find a way to draw all the power out of his Sea of Consciousness."

Draw it out?

The group exchanged bewildered looks, unable to make sense of what he meant.

Xia Wuyou could hardly explain, so he found an excuse. "Hanyu told us to before he passed out."

Since Hanyu had said so, there was no need to get to the bottom of it. They just had to do as he'd asked.

But how to draw out the power of his Sea of Consciousness was another problem.

"Let me try."

A voice sounded softly. Su Xiaoxiao, who had been idling in the corner, spoke up.

He had somehow ended up aboard as well. Seeing the people from the Central Continent at a loss, he couldn't help offering.

If Hanyu were awake, Su Xiaoxiao might not have been able to do it. But in Hanyu's current state, draining his power shouldn't be difficult.

As he spoke,