Even the nearest Light Gate seemed to be a thousand li away, and their divine sense could not penetrate the restrictions to see what lay beyond it.
Still, they could roughly guess that there might be an exit to the outside there. Yet there were far too many of these restricted Light Gate exits—ten in all.
Thus, after hearing Elder Wang's voice, some cultivators paid no further heed to anyone else. They chose whichever Light Gate they thought suitable and immediately flew toward it.
These people were mostly Void Refinement Realm cultivators with exceedingly rich experience. Once they learned the identity of the middle-aged man in silver robes, they understood all the more clearly that a so-called thread of hope often lay in the fleeting instant between life and death.
The moment they sensed that they had fallen into a formation, they chose to trust the silver-robed man's words. This was precisely where their wealth of experience showed.
They knew when to act and what to do, and could make that decision in an extremely short time. Of course, they were also deeply vexed that their journey had brought them into such a calamity.
But they knew even better that life and death were often separated by no more than an instant. At a time like this, they placed complete trust in their first judgment.
Some flew off swiftly alone, while others took their companions with them. The guards of the Tianyuan Trading Company no longer stopped anyone from leaving.
Even among themselves, the guards were exchanging bewildered, uncertain voice transmissions. They, too, were scrambling to respond to this sudden upheaval.
They had not known there would be as many as ten Light Gates, nor whether further danger awaited after entering them. The outcomes would certainly differ.
Everyone knew that