"What is this..." Everyone's expressions turned grave.
Although it was merely an illusion cast by White Zetsu, White Zetsu was now at the Mahayana stage. The illusion he released had practically recreated the actual scene in its entirety, with every detail rendered vividly.
The bloodlust soaring into the sky, the spiritual pressure that lingered without dispersing, and the terrifying aura of slaughter all made everyone feel deeply oppressed.
With just a single glance, everyone sensed that the more than five hundred thousand cultivators in the canyon were anything but ordinary.
"Their auras are terrifying. And look at their eyes—they don't look like human eyes at all. They're more like the eyes of ferocious beasts," Bu Lianshi said gravely.
"That's right. Their eyes lack the reason unique to humans; they're almost entirely filled with the savage nature of beasts. People like that would be terrifying in battle. But logically speaking, they shouldn't have been able to cultivate to this level. Yet from what I can see, there are at least over a hundred Mahayana-stage cultivators among them," Southern Dipper Ling Hong said seriously.
This truly went against everyone's common sense.
Generally speaking, humanity stood at the apex of this world and controlled everything within it because humans were the spiritual essence of all living things. A major reason for that was human intelligence.
Even Spirit Beasts with exceptional talent and noble bloodlines would take human form once they cultivated to a certain stage rather than becoming something else. This alone showed that humans were the most suited for cultivation.
Yet among these more than five hundred thousand people, aside from their human appearances, they could not sense any humanity in them, nor the intelligence befitting the spiritual essence of all living things.
They felt like a pack of ferocious beasts that