A vast shower of light spilled from the highest heavens, dazzling with brilliant colors, breathtakingly beautiful.
At the sight of rain brimming with spiritual essence, all the cultivators swarmed toward the center of the Heaven Mending Pavilion to absorb more of it.
"This is a tremendous blessing! A tremendous blessing!"
"A truly great opportunity has come!"
"Charge! Seize this opportunity!"
Many cultivators spread their arms as though embracing heaven and earth, receiving the baptism of this divine rain.
The ancient courtyard where the Sacrificial Spirit dwelled was already packed with people, and bloody battles over places could be seen everywhere.
Those receiving the baptism in the best spots were all prodigies who had come with their clan elders, or the children of kings and marquises.
But there were also former disciples of the Heaven Mending Pavilion who had turned against their own people, then been escorted here under protection to receive the baptism.
The many factions that had stood united against the Heaven Mending Pavilion swiftly began attacking one another when real gains lay before them.
Beings from every clan joined the fighting, and in the blink of an eye, the Heaven Mending Pavilion became a chaotic battlefield.
They plundered everything within the Heaven Mending Pavilion with wild abandon. Medicinal soil was dug up, spiritual veins were extracted, and even palaces were taken away by mighty cultivators.
Anything of value became a target for the cultivators to seize.
Li Dao surveyed the chaos, feeling the rich divine power flowing through his body, his heart filled with grief.
This was the Sacrificial Spirit's final gift to the members of the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
Every disciple and elder of the Heaven Mending Pavilion was overcome with sorrow at the sight of the Sacrificial Spirit dissolving into the Dao, but none stopped fighting.