Chapter 763
As streaks of light flashed by, the first group of ten cultivators stepped into the small tower and vanished from sight.
The area around the small tower was brimming with Dao Magic, runes flickering, while strands of rainbow light continuously circulated. At the spire of the tower, a huge number began increasing from zero—the countdown panel.
Through the small tower, everyone could only see the ten cultivators who entered falling into the Illusionary Fixed State, standing in place with their eyes tightly closed.
It seemed they were undergoing trials for their souls.
Just after three breaths of time had passed, many cultivators saw that all ten geniuses inside the tower were sweating profusely, trembling all over, and uncontrollable expressions of pain appeared on their faces.
They were enduring immense soul pressure.
"Ah——"
One of the cultivators let out a muffled groan and then fainted. Shortly thereafter, he was expelled by the small tower.