"No, my eyes, my cultivation—no, don't—ah!!!"
"My Dao... my Dao, my Dao, my Dao has collapsed."
"Devil, he is a devil. He will destroy the Boundary Sea. The Boundary Sea will sink in the future; the Boundary Sea will be destroyed by this one man."
"No! Get out, leave my mind, no!"
"Ah, it hurts so much! My Primordial Spirit is about to split apart."
The entire Starwatching Platform rang with unending screams.
More than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals were like saplings ravaged by a violent gale, sprawled in every direction across the ground, writhing incessantly as though infested with insects.
Some clutched their heads and rolled about on the ground, looking to be in unbearable agony.
Others' cultivation was steadily falling away, bit by bit.
One among them was wreathed in deathly aura from head to toe; no one knew what he had seen.
Blood ran from all their foreheads, their silver pupils dim and tightly shut. Not a trace of their former pride remained on their faces—only boundless pain and horror.
Ye Lin had not even made a move. He had not made a move at all.
Yet the younger generation of the Heavenly Eye Spirit Race had ruined themselves all on their own.
The air was deathly silent.
The silver-white crystal sand atop the Starwatching Platform seemed to have lost its original luster.
"Impossible."
Upon the high platform, Ling Jian slammed a hand onto the armrest and abruptly rose to his feet, his face filled with disbelief.
How was this possible?
The younger generation of the Heavenly Eye Spirit Race, in whom he took such pride, had crippled themselves before they even had the chance to strike?
What exactly had they seen?
The Heavenly Eye Spirit Race's innate divine ability—their racial divine ability—allowed them to see,