Even more cowardly was the fact that the sect had also set up measures to cut off all sensing.
Once an avatar entered the hall, contact with it was lost. Its controller had no idea whether the avatar that entered Ascension Hall was safe or ruined.
Those who sent their avatar puppets ahead while quietly hiding at the back of the group...
They were in for misery.
Looking at the avatars disabled by the law-ban runes at Ascension Hall's entrance, the four of them ached with heartbreak.
Those were all Spirit Coins!
Was it easy for us "steady-going" cultivators to earn a little money?!
Not to mention anything else—even if they painstakingly found some secluded place to gather a bit of qi and refined a few magical artifacts, a set or two of array foundations, or something of the sort—
Finding a stable, safe channel to sell them through was also a huge problem.
Selling on the Spirit Net not only risked being tracked down, but also required providing the platform with relevant information.
If they went to an offline black market, someone might see their wealth, grow greedy, track them down, and kill them for it...
Sigh~
All things considered, they only had it a little better than sword cultivators and body cultivators. Was that easy?!
Moreover, because Ascension Hall's law-ban system was exceptionally powerful, all their disguises failed at that very moment.
Having gone so long without showing their true faces, they found this intensely uncomfortable.
Every one of them tried to squeeze toward somewhere more concealed, but unfortunately, sect rules required them to stay at least one and a half meters apart...
The four could not help sighing inwardly again.
The world was full of prejudice, the sect was too cowardly, and the path of "steadiness" was