Xiao Hua thought again, But perhaps not necessarily! The Primordial Chaos Land had no spiritual energy—how did the human race cultivate in those days? Perhaps these fluctuations are the cultivation method of the Heavenly Humans of the Primordial Chaos Land?
A thread of fluctuation was like a straw, giving Xiao Hua, trapped in a dead end, something to clutch at—a sliver of hope for life. But Sun Jian and the others were in no such mood. They watched as the multicolored halos divided everyone into separate places. Sun Jian stared fixedly at the nearest two people. Just as expected, both had turned into withered bones. Sun Jian hurriedly turned to look at another person in the distance. That halo was already empty; no one knew where the Immortal General within had gone! Panic rose in Sun Jian's heart. He turned to the other side, where several Immortal Soldiers floated strangely beside a halo, utterly motionless. The expressions on their faces and the terror in their eyes had both frozen still! Even farther beyond the Immortal Soldiers, three or five children waved their chubby lotus-root-like arms as they gradually vanished into the pitch-black night sky...
Scene after scene of strangeness made Sun Jian's scalp prickle. He could not help lowering his head to inspect his own body, then looking at Xiao Hua beside his arm.
"Can... you... see..." Sun Jian knew full well Xiao Hua could not hear clearly, yet he could not stop himself from asking. More than ten days of fear and anxiety had left his heart overgrown with weeds; if he did not speak, he would truly be frantic.
"I... can... see..." Xiao Hua said. "You... hold... on... to... me..."
"Alas..." Naturally, Sun Jian knew that Xiao Hua was helpless against such bizarre phenomena. With a sigh, he