After leaving the range of that bizarre tremor, Sun Changfeng finally let out a slow breath and gradually descended.
He naturally knew that the Fortune Light Cloudshadow that had come to receive him had been cast by Yang Xuanqing and Yang Xuanlang. However, since the two had not shown themselves, he would not take the initiative to expose their presence.
When he and the three Core Formation Cultivators tied together turned back, they saw a sight that made their hearts pound in terror.
Under that strange tremor, the basin where they had been moments before had already been completely destroyed.
Mountains, rocks, grass, and trees were all swept into the sky by violent winds and chaotic currents, then torn to pieces within moments.
Great ravines and cracks had appeared across the earth, followed by entire stretches of land collapsing in sheets.
Such destructive power was already far beyond what ordinary Core Formation Cultivators could withstand. Had Yang Xuanzhou not noticed something amiss earlier, they likely would not even have had time to react before being swept into this horrifying calamity.
If even the surface had been ravaged like this, then what kind of terrifying sight must lie beneath the deeper strata? Just imagining it made them shudder with fear.
Though they had all witnessed Yang Xuanzhou's strength and methods, before such a vast calamity, they could not help worrying for him and for their fellow disciples still trapped underground.
As time passed, the dreadful tremor finally began to ease.
At that very moment, a streak of blue light erupted from the underground region like a spring gushing forth.
Then, accompanied by a humming sound that rippled across the basin, eight cultivators were spat out one after another from that spring of magical light.
Once all eight had risen into the