The distance was short. At the Deathknell Demon Eagle's speed, they arrived in the blink of an eye.
As they descended, Xiao Rongrong directly recalled the Deathknell Demon Eagle into the talisman. As the two slowly landed, their arrival drew countless gazes—many of them filled with terror.
Because of the exploration of Spirit Emperor Mountain, even Bai Yu could not attend to every detail. Thus, when he took those prodigies away, some people still saw it.
Faced with such a shocking scene, some prodigies from minor factions directly began questioning their lives. They had originally thought that, with cultivation like Bai Yu's, even if he was the ruler of the Feather Spirit Dynasty, he could not accomplish much. Yet this fellow's methods had simply surpassed all comprehension.
"These people's emotions are a little off."
Bai Yu swept his gaze over the surroundings, his brows tightly furrowed.
The cultivators who had come here were almost all gathered in groups of two or three, scattered throughout every corner. Judging by the forces behind them and their own cultivation, they had tacitly found their respective places. The deeper one went into the island, the stronger the prodigies became, as did the factions backing them.
Yet they all shared one trait: their seven emotions and six desires seemed to have been magnified by the environment. Excitement, fear, wariness, arrogance, hatred... most of them had noticed that their state of mind seemed different from usual.
It was very possible that some tiny matter could raise one particular emotion to the point where it completely took over.
Seeing this, Bai Yu's brows knitted slightly, but he said nothing. He simply continued onward, listening to these people discuss the forces of Spirit Emperor Mountain, growing ever more vigilant.
By the time the two reached the center, they