At any other time, in any other place, these cultivators could speculate however they pleased.
But not now. Disaster came from the mouth.
If those words were spoken and the senior who had appeared here harbored other thoughts, then everyone else would suffer along with them.
With someone reminding them, the cultivators who had been voicing their guesses quickly came to their senses as well, falling silent and speaking no more.
Of course, each of them was still secretly pondering in their hearts.
Just then.
A cultivator's voice rang out, causing the tens of thousands of cultivators present to raise their heads and turn their eyes toward the direction of the collapsed Ten Thousand Zhang Mountain peak.
Amid the billowing waves of dust, a streak of light came racing over at astonishing speed.
Although Su Shi'er had already restrained his aura to the utmost limit, every cultivator in the area was currently lying on the ground.
Only this figure descended from the sky. No matter how one looked at it, he was exceptionally conspicuous.
"This junior, Hao Yapeng, thanks Senior for saving my life!"
"This junior, Cheng Jing, pays her respects to Senior!"
Su Shi'er hovered in midair, and several Nascent Soul cultivators immediately approached from the crowd.
After merely sweeping their eyes over him from the corners of their vision, they hurriedly bowed to Su Shi'er with utmost respect.
Some voiced their thanks, while others respectfully greeted him.
"Spare me the unnecessary words. Who can tell me what exactly has happened on Tianyuan Star?
Why have so many ghost cultivators and ghostly creatures appeared on Tianyuan Star?
Could it be that the major and minor forces of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land are simply turning a blind eye to this matter...?"
Not a trace of cultivation aura emanated