The Crimson Pillar of Light shot into the sky, the eerie, magnificent radiance of the formation ritual illuminating Gao Fang's astonished face.
Li Yingling's gaze was calm. She had already drawn a few tentative conclusions.
The reason an unlucky wretch always had to be picked beside these damned pillars of light was that they genuinely needed an unlucky wretch.
What if these pillars of light existed because the Heavenly Demons could not fully open a passage between the two worlds for now, yet were short-handed and needed reinforcements?
Divine Descent might be their solution.
At least, according to the Great Calamity Record, the demons back then had also spread their devastation step by step.
If they really could cross between the two worlds without restraint, this world, where ascension had still been possible back then and Tribulation Transcendence cultivators had been far fewer, would probably have been utterly shattered long ago.
After all, the idea that the Heavenly Demons had staked everything on a final gambit just to have all their compatriots buried alongside them was something of a hellish joke.
Then these specially selected Evil Cultivators might be exceptionally suitable vessels.
Gao Fang might have been all too suitable as a template for study: he knew sinister Divine Soul arts, was somewhat deranged, and using such arts this way would certainly cause severe wear on his Divine Soul.
His derangement and partial memory loss were very likely side effects.
Those whose Divine Souls lacked resilience might be the targets of selection. If these Heavenly Demons really descended through their Divine Sense this way, that would also be a good means of identifying them.
Under these circumstances, they might as well let one descend and see what it was made of.
With only a Golden Core cultivator's body, surely even