What made things even more troublesome was...
Li Xiaoya, a living, breathing man, stood out far too clearly on the cliff. As White True King and his fellow cultivators flashed past in flight, several looked his way. He could faintly hear their startled voices: "Look! There's a cultivator over there!"
"Huh? How did he climb up here? That's...!"
"...!"
But Li Xiaoya was too far away to make out exactly what those cultivators were saying...
At that moment, Li Xiaoya had another worry. If White True King and his party flew straight to the summit, found the Immortal Ancestor’s Inheritance ahead of him, and even successfully obtained it, wouldn't all his efforts have been for nothing...?
With that thought in mind...
"Hah!" Golden light abruptly erupted from Li Xiaoya's entire body. Boundless golden runes surged over his arms, which suddenly stretched and swelled to dozens of times their original size, taking on the appearance of a demon beast's arms. He grabbed the top of the cliff several zhang away, then violently stamped his feet, sending golden light roaring outward. With a series of thunderous crashes, the cliff cracked apart, and he forced his body upward, leaping straight onto the clifftop...
"Boom!" He landed on the ground atop the cliff, cracking it beneath him. His body immediately felt lighter. Now that he had reached the summit, the gravity restriction had finally disappeared...
"They're coming down?" Li Xiaoya had no time to examine his surroundings. He looked up toward White True King's party and saw them slowly descending. Apparently, the blue-green light wave could not carry the cultivators to the peaks of the higher mountain range. At least the worst had not happened. Li Xiaoya felt he still had a chance...
Then Li Xiaoya turned to glance at the sea...
He saw...