Bai Youlou jolted awake from his dream.
He gasped for breath, and for a moment, the world spun around him.
Overusing spiritual power could damage one's meridians, but at that final juncture, he had not been able to worry about so much.
He had removed, as far as possible, every other function in his body that consumed mental energy and spiritual power, leaving only what was needed for his body to carry out its predetermined actions and fight to the bitter end.
With that thought in mind, Bai Youlou had even taken the initiative to sever his own consciousness, entering a state of spirit wandering.
This was exceedingly dangerous for low-level cultivators. Their souls were frail, and even a single mishap could scatter their souls to the winds. Without a soul, the body left behind was nothing more than a walking corpse.
"Good, good. The family's soul-calming jade pendant still worked, even if it was a defective one."
Bai Youlou looked at the cracked jade pendant tightly wound around his neck and let out a long breath.
Only after confirming that he still existed did he have the spare attention to survey his surroundings.
Across the vast plaza, cultivators lay sprawled in every direction. During that final assault, everyone had cast aside their former prejudices, leaned on one another, and given all the strength they had.
With their lamps drained of oil, they naturally could no longer keep going.
Even with cultivators' formidable vitality, they likely would not recover anytime soon.
"Catch."
Just as he was mulling things over, Bai Youlou heard Xu Qing's voice behind him.
He reflexively reached out and caught something, only to feel a tremendous force strike his palm. The impact nearly sent him flying.
After finally steadying himself, Bai Youlou looked down and saw a