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Ye Tian moved with nimble speed. The instant he opened the door, he turned into a phantom.
This time differed from before. Most of the cultivators here had reached the Desolate Realm; even Ye Tian found it difficult to kill them in a single strike.
Thus, all he could do was split off a wisp of divine sense to intercept any cries for help sent outside.
Seeing the door open, the many cultivators mostly tensed up and guarded against their surroundings.
"What is going on? Could it be... that the door is broken?"
"In my view, that is highly unlikely. Everything within the Myriad Immortals Pagoda is crafted impeccably; such an incident will most likely not occur. Liu Xuheng, go to the door and investigate."
"For now, do not send telepathic messages on your own. It will not be too late to assess the situation first. Do not let the reinforcements arrive only for us to have no information to provide."
"Perhaps the cultivators outside have suffered a lapse in concentration and came to ask for Heart-Calming Pills..."
As soon as those words fell, the cultivator named Liu Xuheng slowly walked toward the door. Ye Tian, meanwhile, remained within the void, calmly watching the events unfold.
The time was not yet ripe. If he acted rashly, the volume of divine sense transmissions would be too great; even Ye Tian could not intercept them all.
"All, all cultivat—" Liu Xuheng said urgently as he stood by the door and saw the corpses strewn across the ground.
At that very moment, Ye Tian struck. An invisible sword silently killed Liu Xuheng. In an instant, countless cultivators turned their gazes toward the open doorway.
"Quick! Use divine sense to transmi—" Before one cultivator could finish, Ye Tian sped