The strange colors coiled around and around, perfectly merging with the three large characters in his sea of consciousness, emitting a mournful hum.
"Ah..."
Nie Yun was about to raise his hand and write out the three characters when a cry suddenly rang in his ears, jolting him awake from his insight.
Turning his head, he saw someone already collapsed on the ground, his face deathly pale, foam spilling from his mouth as his whole body convulsed without stop.
His spiritual power had clearly been overdrawn.
"Terrifying!"
No sooner had that person fallen than three more sat down one after another.
Unlike the first man, they were not foaming at the mouth, but their ashen faces made it clear that they were suffering terribly.
Those who had come to Guixu Sea with the Nine Immortals Elder this time included the five chosen Core Disciples, along with their attendants. Like Shi Hao and the others, they had followed along as well. The ones who had collapsed were mostly attendants.
Yet moments later, Xie Tao of the five seemed unable to endure any longer. He sat down cross-legged on the ground, trembling continuously.
Once there was a first, there was a second. Within a few breaths, two more of the five Core Disciples could no longer hold on, leaving only the brothers Nie Yun and Nie Tong.
"Nine Immortals Elder, there is simply no way to tell how to begin writing these characters. We cannot write them, much less comprehend their meaning!"
After recovering somewhat, Xie Tao looked at those sprawled on the ground and gave a bitter smile.
"That's right. The moment I tried to write, it felt as though I had touched the majesty of chaos. An overwhelming pressure bore down on me, and my soul nearly collapsed. Fortunately, I