"What is so difficult about that?"
Xuan Gu's gaze sharpened as he turned to look at the low-level cultivators watching from the distant horizon.
Without making any movement, a surge of pitch-black corpse qi suddenly erupted from his body.
The corpse qi was like a flood dragon, tearing through the air. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of a hundred li and swept up more than twenty cultivators.
They struggled desperately and cried out all manner of pleas for mercy. Some even announced their backgrounds, hoping to borrow the prestige of the forces behind them to win themselves a sliver of survival.
Yet how could Xuan Gu possibly pay them any heed? His face remained utterly unmoved.
None of the twelve Mahayana cultivators, including Song Wen, spoke up to stop Xuan Gu either.
As for the onlookers, they scattered like birds and beasts.
The corpse-qi flood dragon returned and directly hurled those twenty-odd people into the entrance to the mystic realm.
Watching the people vanish into the black vortex, Xuan Gu said, "It seems the entrance has stabilized once more. We can enter now."
"Since that is the case, Fellow Daoist, please go ahead." Daoist Yun Hua spoke as he raised a hand in a gesture of invitation.
Xuan Gu hesitated slightly and turned to look at Xuan Li beside him. Seeing that she was expressionless and gave no indication of her thoughts, he said nothing further.
Daoist Yun Hua swept his gaze across the crowd and spoke again.
"Just now, this fellow Daoist from the Divine Blood Sect has proven that the entrance has regained its stability and can permit cultivators to enter. However, whether it can withstand the spiritual pressure and Dao resonance of Mahayana cultivators still requires verification. Which Fellow Daoist would be