Shi Lan took Tian Bai with her and blended in among the several hundred martial cultivators selected by the old emperor. Together, they entered the layer of light.
"Once we're inside, everyone will follow my orders. Don't act rashly."
The group stood before the vortex. A middle-aged man spoke up. He was lean and gaunt, dressed in a close-fitting blue martial robe. The light of his Primordial Spirit shone without concealment between his brows. He was clearly a powerhouse at the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm.
Primordial Spirit Realm experts were no cabbages. Among these several hundred martial cultivators, fewer than twenty had reached the Primordial Spirit Realm. Of those, only one other besides the middle-aged man had reached its peak: a white-robed old man in his sixties.
The old man said nothing, clearly having no objections to the middle-aged man's words. Since he remained silent, the other cultivators naturally had no objections either.
The situation inside the vortex was unknown. Under the circumstances, no one wanted to stick their neck out.
Most of the several hundred cultivators were no spring chickens. Even those who looked young were at least a hundred years old, and every one of them was seasoned and calculating, each with their own plans.
Anyone who entered the Myriad Forms Realm before the age of fifty could be called a heaven-born talent. With such cultivation, they could even serve as pillars of a major power.
Shi Lan was probably the youngest among them.
After sweeping his gaze over the crowd, the middle-aged man didn't shirk his duty. He directly summoned a Dao Soldier, its entire body wreathed in radiant light, and stepped into the vortex first.
Shi Lan reached out, gripped Tian Bai's hand, and followed the crowd straight into the vortex.
As soon as