With a sweep of his divine sense, Xiao Hua separated out a small portion of the sphere of light. He grabbed through the air again with his great hand, and that small portion transformed into over a thousand tiny glowing motes! Like fireflies, they flew before each disciple.
"Each of you, collect one! If fate permits, you may gather some more Extreme Magnetic Yuan Light. Using our sect's artifact-refining techniques, you can temper it into a secret art similar to Spirit Severing Primordial Light." As Xiao Hua spoke, he took out the Sword Gourd again and pointed. The seven-colored sphere of light fell into the Sword Gourd. Xiao Hua put it away, then smilingly addressed the disciples.
The disciples were overjoyed. They all opened their mouths, drawing the seven-colored fluorescent lights into their bodies, then bowed in thanks.
"Enough. This old man still has matters to attend to, so proceed according to the plan!" Xiao Hua instructed them further. "This is a rare opportunity for experience, unlike the previous battle at the Ruins. This continent is covered in treasures useful for the cultivation of us Daoist sect cultivators. While carrying out your masters' orders, do not shortchange yourselves!"
"Heehee, we understand!" The disciples were all cultivators of fourth or fifth grade Yuan Force. How could they fail to recognize treasures? After traveling for so long, they had already gathered quite a few good things in their Cosmic Bags or Sumeru Rings. Hearing Xiao Hua's words now, they all pursed their lips in smiles and agreed with hearts full of delight.
Xiao Hua did not linger any longer. His figure shot into the sky, transforming into a rainbow bridge that vanished where the full moon had descended.
The night wind brushed his face, moonlight lay like frost, and faint beast cries