Above Golden Turtle Island, the clouds suddenly changed color.
The immortal clouds that had flowed in peaceful serenity froze abruptly in an instant, then turned a heavy leaden gray.
A chill, invisible and formless yet capable of making souls tremble, descended without warning from the nine heavens, blanketing Golden Turtle Island's myriad isles.
"Th-this is..."
The disciples sparring on the training grounds froze, and the magic treasures in their hands clattered to the ground.
Cultivators meditating in their quiet chambers snapped open their eyes, cold sweat instantly soaking through their robes.
In the pill-refining rooms, furnace flames abruptly went out, and medicinal liquid froze solid.
Across all of Golden Turtle Island, hundreds of thousands of Jiejiao disciples—whether Outer Sect or Inner Sect, regardless of their cultivation—felt the same thing at that moment—
Killing intent.
Not the murderous aura of an ordinary cultivator, nor the fury of a Daluo Golden Immortal, but the Saint's killing intent that came from a supreme existence, stood above all laws, and regarded all living beings as ants!
That killing intent was not violent. Instead, it was incomparably cold, like the finest frost, silently seeping into every inch of space, every wisp of spiritual energy, and deep into the marrow of every living being.
Thud—
The weaker disciples' legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground, their faces pale as paper. Even breathing became difficult.
The Taiyi Realm true disciples barely remained standing, but their teeth were clenched and their bodies trembled, their Dao hearts seeming to have been frozen beneath ten thousand years of black ice.
Daoist Duobao, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Wudang Holy Mother, Tortoise Spirit Holy Mother, and the other four core disciples—
All shot up from their respective Dao fields, their expressions grave beyond measure. Together, they raised protective immortal light,