Three cannon blasts rang out.
The hundred thousand Orthodox Cultivators turned pale, the Sandalwood Incense in their hands burning away.
Some cultivators with reserves like Dream and the Officiant rolled their eyes back, convulsed, and collapsed.
The sacrificial ceremony had forcibly drained most of their essence, energy, and spirit.
Three roars, and two-thirds of the Orthodox Foundation Establishment Cultivators fell to the ground.
The remaining third swayed on their feet, on the verge of collapse.
At that moment, the fourth section of the ritual invocation echoed between heaven and earth.
The invocation ended.
Wang Quan cast down spiritual energy and shouted, "Let the four seasons come!"
Boom!
The fourth cannon blast rang out.
The remaining third of the Orthodox Foundation Establishment Cultivators rolled their eyes back and collapsed, twitching nonstop.
The expressions of the many [Dao Seal] cultivators shifted slightly.
After that fourth cannon blast, they had lost far more essence, energy, spirit, and thoughts than in the previous three combined.
Fortunately, they all had powerful reserves and deep foundations.
Within a few breaths, they had recovered completely.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannon blasts rang out one after another.
Wang Quan called upon the four seasons, the twenty-four solar terms, the sun, moon, and stars, east, south, west, and north, above and below, left and right.
The several-meter-tall sticks of Sandalwood Incense held by Ruo Jinghong and the others burned rapidly.
As the Sandalwood Incense burned away, cultivators fell one after another.
Their reserves were formidable, but with layer upon layer of altars draining them, reinforced by the sacrificial ceremony and the Five-Colored Altar's extraction, even Ma Qingqiu, a cultivator of the Orthodox Mystic Sects, finally let out a miserable cry when he saw the Sandalwood Incense in his arms burn away in an instant:
"What misery!"
"I'm about to be