Within the World Within the Painting, on the mountaintop.
Song Yan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and his presence withdrawn, like a mountain rock.
He kept adjusting his breathing, dispelling as much of the weakness in his body as he could.
He knew what he would face next. Life and death would truly hinge on a single instant; any flaw could consign him to eternal ruin.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked beyond the world.
At this moment, countless elders were fighting desperately, trying to carve out a sliver of survival for their disciples.
Senior Brother Lin Qing, hurry.
Not far from him, Lin Qing's face was pale, beads of sweat covering his brow.
Spiritual Power and Divine Sense flowed ceaselessly through the Truth-Shaming Brush into the painting suspended before him.
Yet strangely, as time passed, the colors of the World Within the Painting around them were gradually fading.
Song Yan wasted no time either, continuously simulating the transformations of the three Sword Formations in his mind.
He had only one chance.
Just then, a sudden change erupted on the battlefield around Dragon Head Peak.
A chaotic surge of Spiritual Power exploded with a thunderous boom, sweeping a small area clean.
Even through the painting, they could feel that destructive force.
The sphere of rampaging Spiritual Power dispersed, leaving nothing within.
Someone had destroyed their own False Core.
Who?
"Elder Yu!" someone in the crowd roared.
Yu Tian, Peak Master of Spirit Spring Peak, had been trapped under the combined assault of several False Core Devil Cultivators of his own rank.
Seeing the grievous casualties among the surrounding disciples, with no hope of breaking out, he had chosen to destroy his False Core without a word or a moment's hesitation.
Although False Core cultivators could not compare to true