The mere fact that the other party had raised a hand and cut off that inexplicable "attractive force" left Gandonggon Mingwen deeply shaken.
When that attraction had seized him just now, he too had tried to struggle. But no matter how he exerted himself, he could not affect that force in the slightest. He had been dragged downward like an ant trying to shake a great tree. He knew that so-called "merging into the light" might have merely been a mistaken idea. Every cultivator who had taken this step in the past had been sucked away by that terrifying power.
He had never heard of anyone capable of resisting that force.
Yet this great being before him had not only resisted it, but casually waved a hand and snuffed it out.
As though blowing out a candle.
Wang Qi did not think it was particularly remarkable. Back when the Celestial Great Saint had wanted to gather all accomplished immortals into the Primordial, it had not only been to establish a cosmic civilization circle; it had also been an act of mercy toward those creatures "unable to attain immortality." Unless it was a star, an ordinary planet, left to be harvested by immortals, would become barren within tens of thousands of years.
Though life unable to live forever was little more than "disabled children" in the eyes of the Celestial Great Saint, the Celestial Great Saint had still left them a way to survive.
To resist that grasping force, one either needed a cultivation level dozens or hundreds of times greater than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul Method immortal when picking the Longevity Dao Fruit, or one needed profound attainments in spacetime arts.
And cultivators meeting either condition could build themselves sub-light-speed escape techniques, gather meteorites from beyond the heavens,