A deathly silence.
Where the Great Enclosure Tower had once stood, there was now an enormous crater.
At the Dongyuan Sect's position.
Earlier, the moment the formation collapsed and began to unleash destruction, the seven Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, including Song Yan and Li Yi, had immediately acted, shielding their fellow disciples behind them.
Although Xiang Zhaoling was only at Qi Refining, she had quite a few treasures.
Worried about Zhou Mengdie, who remained half asleep and half awake beside her, she had brought out a small stone toad figurine.
The phantom of a giant toad appeared out of thin air, radiating thick, earthy-yellow spiritual light and enveloping her and several female cultivators beside her.
Fortunately, this had kept everyone from the Dongyuan Sect out of mortal danger.
Even so, their Spiritual Power barrier had swayed on the verge of collapse beneath that earth-shattering devastation, its light dimming.
By the time the mountain's collapse subsided, both Song Yan and Li Yi looked somewhat pale.
Had they been at the center of the formation's collapse, they probably would not have escaped disaster either.
But the other cultivators originally inside the Great Enclosure Tower had not been so fortunate.
Song Yan looked around, his expression exceptionally grave.
The spiritual light from the collapsing formation dispersed, leaving only the bleak afterglow of sunset falling upon the bottom of the crater.
Mountain winds swept past, stirring the ashes on the ground.
At the crater's edge, cultivators from the various veins who had survived by chance struggled, groaned, and coughed.
Some looked around blankly; others stood rooted in a daze.
The Buddhist cultivators of Transformation Crossing Temple closed their eyes in anguish and sat cross-legged where they were, whether to recover from their injuries or deliver the souls of the dead, no one knew.
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