Beneath the parted flow of mud, more than ten powerful sect masters plunged into the Pure White Eye, entering a vast expanse of whiteness.
The Pure White Eye spanned more than ten thousand miles, and the space within it was far greater still.
This treasure was riddled with cracks and on the verge of destruction. The dozen or so figures who entered immediately sensed their spirituality rapidly dissipating; none could remain for long.
Moreover, with some of its restrictions damaged, many spiritual remnants that had not been completely worn away over the years would erode their souls.
In this short span of time, how many cultivators' memories and insights one could seize depended entirely on the strength of one's soul.
Liu Feng swept his gaze around while deducing with his divine sense. His Fate Eye rehearsed the future as he searched this boundless white space for memories and insights belonging to sect-master-level cultivators.
Over a million years, countless exceptionally gifted individuals had emerged. Time was limited, and he could not waste it on the memories and insights of the innumerable ordinary immortals and Buddhas.
He had such thoughts, and the other sect masters who had come here naturally thought much the same.
After some deductions, the dozen-plus figures tore through the air and plunged downward together, with Liu Feng moving the fastest.
Faced with an opportunity that could drastically increase his insights, the middle-aged man in imperial robes was even more eager than when they had joined forces earlier. He activated the Other Path "Human King" Sacred Blood, mobilizing the Great Dao of Edicts in full.
In an instant, dazzling azure radiance shone from his body, and the spiritual erosion around him was temporarily repelled by his edicts.
"He has immense power of faith to resist the erosion here, as