That flying sword had accompanied him in cultivation for many years and had long since been linked to his mind and spirit.
If he abandoned it just like that, the loss could hardly be called small.
But when he looked into the distance again, at those cultivators who refused to sever their connection to their magical treasures and were swallowed by the gray-white mist...
The cultivator gritted his teeth, and the hand seal in his hands abruptly changed.
"Sever!"
A low shout rang out.
The Natal Flying Sword trembled violently in midair, the spiritual light along its blade dimming inch by inch.
Blood sprayed wildly from the cultivator's mouth, and his entire face instantly turned as pale as paper.
But as the connection to his mind and spirit was forcibly cut off, the gray-white array light wrapped around him finally loosened along with it.
He had no time to feel heartache, much less tend to his injuries.
His figure swayed, and he immediately retreated into the distance at high speed.
Similar scenes kept playing out outside Tianjue Peak.
Some decisively abandoned their magical treasures and retreated with grievous wounds.
Some destroyed their Array Disks, forcibly enduring the backlash to save fellow disciples beside them.
Others harbored flukish hopes, wanting to retrieve their treasures first before withdrawing.
But with just that single thought's delay, the gray-white array light had already followed the connection to their magical treasures and sunk into their sea of consciousness.
Screams rose.
Then, in the blink of an eye, they abruptly ceased.
All the Buddhist Bead's clear light could do was stabilize everyone's minds and awaken them to the crux within.
It could not block, on everyone's behalf, the Ten Thousand Laws Return to Equilibrium Array that had now been driven to its limit.
Su Shi'er saw