As Li Yan sorted through what he had gained over the years, five figures were darting left and right through an asteroid field within a turbulent pocket of space.
They were in a wretched state, evading the ceaselessly churning meteor showers around them.
They were five Nascent Soul cultivators, men and women alike. Every one of them was pale-faced. Some were already gasping heavily, sweat rolling down their foreheads.
Yet they still ignored the rapid depletion of their strength, continuously sweeping their surroundings with Divine Sense while casting spell after spell to shatter or block the meteors flying wildly about.
They only shattered some of the smaller meteors. More often, they used techniques that redirected force to fend off the massive meteors crashing toward them with howling astral winds.
If they disregarded everything in their desperation to escape, smashing apart the surrounding meteors to force open a route of retreat, then their chances of dying here would only be greater.
This was a densely packed asteroid belt. One misstep could trigger even more meteoric turbulence, and they would only sink deeper and deeper into danger.
"Senior... Senior Brother Ma, how... how much farther is it to the edge?"
A middle-aged man snatched a moment to take out a Pill and swiftly swallowed it. The aura around him was already fluctuating between strong and weak. He had no choice but to reduce his expenditure of spiritual power as he dodged the large and small meteors shrieking toward him in an intertwined storm.
"There should... should be about a thousand li left. We're almost there... hold on!"
The man addressed as Senior Brother Ma looked barely over twenty. His forehead was likewise covered in sweat. Every breath, they had to evade meteor showers hurtling at them from all directions.
Their Divine Sense