Boom~!
Just as Xue Beikong and the others fled through the mountain battlefield shrouded in white mist, the ruins suddenly trembled.
It immediately drew everyone's attention.
Including those inside the minor grotto-heaven.
The commotion was far too great.
It was not a mere pulse of energy, but a ringing born from the Great Dao.
Though it erupted from within the mountains, the sound rang from the depths of everyone's hearts, their own Dao Fruits unable to stop themselves from resonating along with it.
What was this?
For a moment, countless people looked up, staring in utter shock at that stretch of Mist Mountain.
Across the brutal battlefield, the countless fallen corpses.
They were glowing.
Whether humanoid or beast-shaped, their bodies began to shine one after another, Dao patterns emerging across them.
Those patterns were not simple power. They continuously resonated, releasing the sound of the Great Dao.
This was the sound of the world, the sound of laws, the sound of the Dao.
Even Xue Beikong and the others, who had fled into the ruins, could not help showing expressions of extreme surprise. For a time, they were captivated by the sight. Their hearts, which had been crushed beneath Li Su's overwhelming strength, seemed to have forgotten that fear at this very moment.
Li Su himself stopped as well, his attention drawn to what was happening within Mist Mountain.
A trace of disbelief flashed through his eyes as he looked at a corpse not far from him.
It was the arm of a Taiyi cultivator.
After the Dao patterns emerged, they slowly detached from the arm, turning into motes of light that drifted through the air.
Sacred scriptures gleamed within them, while inexplicable laws flowed.
This was... a cultivation technique??
Confusion could not help surfacing on Li Su's face. Yet