"Uh..."
Liu Yiyi looked at Sect Master Luo, who still showed no sign of waking in her hands, then instinctively raised her eyes toward Cao Yuxiu and Qi Zhentian.
The two wore the same puzzled expressions as she did. If anything, they looked even more baffled.
"Fellow Daoists, could young Luo have fainted from exhausting his Divine Soul?"
Liu Yiyi could not help asking as she looked at the young man in her hands. His face was still pale, but his eyelids were trembling violently.
"I doubt it. Whenever a cultivator's Divine Soul can no longer hold out on our sect's Sacred Mountain, the mountain transports them out."
"I've never heard of anyone fainting on the Sacred Mountain because their Divine Soul gave out!"
Qi Zhentian looked at the young man, who seemed caught between sleep and waking, and gave the answer as he remembered it.
What he really wanted to say was: could that young fellow surnamed Luo be puffing himself up to look impressive, deliberately pretending his Divine Soul had left his body?
After all, never in all his years had he heard of a cultivator resisting the Sacred Mountain's repelling force through sheer will.
What a joke. As the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's chief Inner Sect Elder, he had seen that mountain himself. He had also experienced the repelling force that left cultivators unable to summon even the will to resist.
At the foot of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Sacred Mountain.
"What's going on? Wasn't some tremendous force about to throw me out? Why did it suddenly vanish?"
Luo Yi staggered to his feet and stared at the mountain before him, unable to hide his astonishment.
He had already prepared to drive his Divine Soul to its limit and wait for the mountain's repelling force to send