Golden Immortals couldn't even withstand it—could living beings below the Golden Immortal realm possibly endure?
One had to know that within the Star River Cosmos, cultivators who reached the Golden Immortal realm were ultimately a minority among minorities.
Within a massive galaxy cluster, if fortune smiled upon it, perhaps three or four Golden Immortals might be born.
And how many living beings were there within that galaxy cluster? No one knew. They simply could not be counted.
Such a terrifying ratio.
If these spirits of the bizarre spread throughout the entire Star River Cosmos, then ninety-nine percent of its living beings would basically be finished. As for those who survived, it would only be a matter of time.
One had to know that these were merely spirits of the bizarre, not the true bizarre.
No wonder the bizarre had nearly beaten the Star River Cosmos into collapse countless ages ago.
"This is far too terrifying. So, during the time we were inside, spirits of the bizarre erupted here?"
"Who knows how many cultivators are still alive by now."
Gu Qingzhi stood beside Ye Lin, her face full of worry.
"How do the spirits of the bizarre spread?"
Zhang Wusheng turned to look at Ye Lin.
"It's here."
"What..."
Before Zhang Wusheng could finish, a series of deafening booms rang out behind him. When he turned around, he saw the distant mountains suddenly split apart. An earth dragon churned, then plowed through countless stretches of ground as it barreled toward them.
Thick gray mist billowed from the earth dragon's body.
"This is a spirit of the bizarre?"
Zhang Wusheng asked doubtfully.
It was not merely different from what he had imagined—it had absolutely no connection to it whatsoever, not even the slightest.
"The spirits of the bizarre have no physical form.