On the blood-drenched battlefield, the Three-Tailed Sky Fox felt ice-cold from head to toe.
The corpses of the great cultivators lay scattered in pieces. Their shattered souls had turned into vengeful spirits, howling without cease, while the residual spiritual power within their various bodies clashed and erupted into turmoil.
That was only natural.
Those who had entered this banquet of blood were, at the very least, great cultivators of the Spirit Transformation realm. At that level, cultivators could already merge themselves into all things. The spiritual power nurtured by the vital essence within their bodies naturally carried an exceptionally strong personal imprint.
Unlike the spiritual power dispersed throughout heaven, earth, and all things, this spiritual power had owners.
Though time would eventually wear it away until it returned to all things amid the shifting of seas into mulberry fields, in the immediate aftermath of their deaths, this chaotic spiritual power was enough to trigger a fresh catastrophe.
"But how could this be?"
The Three-Tailed Sky Fox stood rigidly as she stared at the dust ahead. Fragments of the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron were scattered everywhere, radiating light as faint spiritual fluctuations slowly swirled and grew.
For lesser cultivators, the death of a Spirit Transformation cultivator was a catastrophe. But for cultivators of the same rank, after staking their lives in battle and emerging victorious, they would not be struck down by such laughable aftershocks.
"Unless someone has successfully gathered all that spiritual power."
The Three-Tailed Sky Fox heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Her stiff body slowly turned. A cultivator in white robes was walking toward her, holding a strange-looking artifact in his hand.
"You are..."
Ye Xiu looked into her astonished eyes and gave a slight nod.
"We met at a tavern in the city. I thought it was a chance encounter