Moreover, the nature of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Sacred Mountain gave Luo Yi a feeling somewhat like the Panel's deductions. From the moment he first saw it, he could hardly have failed to recognize it.
The Sacred Mountain also seemed to conceal an entirely new world, one that could presently accommodate only a cultivator's Divine Soul.
He had said he needed to prepare because it had been so long since he last used his Divine Soul that he had grown a little rusty.
After all, a cultivator's Divine Soul was their most vital part. If it suffered a severe injury, the best outcome was mental impairment; the worst was death on the spot.
Luo Yi intended to familiarize himself with using his Divine Soul, then see whether he could send half of it, or even less, into the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Sacred Mountain.
That way, even if some unknown danger lurked behind the Sacred Mountain, he would lose at most half his Divine Soul, perhaps less.
He would not lose so much at once that his future cultivation suffered.
What he had not expected was for his offhand remark to give everyone present such strange ideas.
Luo Yi had no intention of patiently explaining his reasons to them.
Once he had grown familiar with using his Divine Soul, he sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped resisting the unknown pull the Sacred Mountain had exerted on him since his arrival.
The next moment, half his Divine Soul flew from his body. The black and white eyes that had gleamed with keen light instantly dimmed, losing their former sharpness and spirit.
Cao Yuxiu saw the young man's Divine Soul emerge, and shock flashed across his face.
If he had not needed to maintain the composure expected of a Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect