With all these factors combined, even though Su Shi'er possessed considerable wealth, he could clearly feel the Spiritual Crystals, miraculous pills, and other resources in his hands being depleted at an astonishing rate.
Su Shi'er had also risen from impoverished days, and the cultivation resources in his possession had all been accumulated bit by bit.
To say he did not feel the pinch at such a rate of consumption would be an outright lie.
But feeling the pinch was one thing; what needed to be used still had to be used.
He had already experienced the helplessness of insufficient strength far too many times.
Compared with the consumption and waste of cultivation resources, improving his own cultivation and strength was what truly mattered.
In the blink of an eye, another three sixty-year cycles passed.
On this day.
An unusual phenomenon appeared atop the mountain once more.
The phenomenon lasted a full three years.
From the foot of the mountain to its middle slopes, countless spirit beasts and spirit insects lay sprawled on the ground in boredom, looking utterly listless.
It was nothing else; any changes occurring to Su Shi'er simply seemed perfectly normal to them.
Outside the array.
Several hundred li away, more cultivators had unknowingly gathered.
Compared to three sixty-year cycles ago, quite a few unfamiliar faces had appeared among them.
Every single one wore an exhausted, bedraggled expression. Their auras fluctuated unevenly, and many even appeared to be injured.
They gazed into the distant sky at the array markings that flickered in and out of sight.
After hesitating for a moment.
Some cultivators rose on their swords and rushed straight to the edge of the array in one breath.
They dropped to their knees, banging their heads heavily against the ground.
"Senior, save us!"
"Please, Senior, show mercy