Most of the cultivators on Xiao Ming's side, having listened to the whispers of their hearts, felt a profound sense of relief wash over them.
They had obeyed their instincts, and that decision now felt like a lifeline in the face of the overwhelming danger that surrounded them.
The scene before them—a haunting tableau of death and destruction—lingered in their minds like a nightmare they couldn't shake.
It was a stark reminder that they were trespassing in a sacred place, a tomb that belonged to a being whose power eclipsed their own by immeasurable leagues.
To venture here was to court death itself. Any cultivator with even a shred of self-preservation would have hesitated before stepping foot into such a perilous domain.
Yet, here they were, driven by greed, ambition, or perhaps sheer foolishness.