Pale smoke curled upward as the Tentacled Vertical Eye crumbled little by little.
He struggled, despaired, and crumbled.
But he could not stop it.
Amid howls of anguish, the tentacles fell away, and the Vertical Eye shrank.
Then a human figure appeared inside the Vertical Eye.
The figure looked left and right, finally pressing himself against the eye's membrane to peer outside, then sighed toward the heavens. "So the world has changed!"
"So I am not myself!"
After sighing with emotion for a while, the figure inside the Vertical Eye bowed toward Wang Quan. "Thank you, benefactor, for helping me transcend!"
The next second, points of light appeared on his body, and he vanished little by little.
The cultivators of the Strange Eye Alliance watched this scene, their faces full of terror and despair.
For the Vertical Eye, whom they had believed undying and indestructible, really could die.
Moreover, he had been killed by a young cultivator who had only practiced spell refinement for a few years.
Terrifying!
So fucking terrifying!
At that moment, the spiritual pillars of many cultivators collapsed.
For ever since childhood, they had been taught that the Tentacled Vertical Eye could not die.
Even the anomalies radiating from the Tentacled Vertical Eye were extremely difficult to clear away.
Yet now, the undying, indestructible Tentacled Vertical Eye was dead, dispersed like smoke and clouds, without even a scrap left.
The consequences of a collapse of faith were terrifying indeed.
So terrifying that even the Orthodox Cultivators were shaken in mind and spirit at that moment.
"How could he have died?"
A female cultivator was dazed and despairing. "I still wanted to study this thing, then live forever without dying!"
"Why would he die?"
Thud!
A female cultivator dropped to her knees, braced both hands against the ground,