After the disciples had left, Xiao Hua summoned all his incarnations. With a raise of his hand, he slapped the Kunlun Mirror, splitting it into several copies. With another wave, one genuine and several false Kunlun Mirrors landed in their hands. Then Xiao Hua transmitted, "Fellow Daoists, the situation is urgent, so I will not say much. The Confucian cultivator fellow Daoist's Kunlun Mirror is genuine; surely, he can take in quite a few living beings along the way! The other fellow Daoists' Kunlun Mirrors are all false, but you carry Cosmic Bags, Dragon Pouches, and other such items. Take in whatever you can directly. As for what cannot be taken in, that will depend on your cultivation. You can enter and leave the space freely, so presumably you also have the ability to send things inside. Take in whatever can be taken into the space! Of course, some fellow Daoists may not yet be able to do so. Then please gain further insight. For the living beings of the Primordial Continent, fellow Daoists... you have my thanks for your hard work..."
"Yes, we understand!" Once Xiao Hua finished speaking, all the incarnations departed. Apart from Confucian cultivator Xiao Hua, the other incarnations flew while discussing their insight into their connection with the space, doing their utmost to sense its location so they could take the Primordial Chaos Beasts inside before the Innate Heavy Water fell.
The sky was collapsing, and the disaster of the Innate Heavy Water pouring down was imminent. Xiao Hua was merely a human cultivator at the Mahayana stage. How many Primordial Continent beings could he save? Even with the space to rely upon, what fraction of the living beings across the entire Primordial Continent could those he saved possibly amount to? Before the might of