The cultivators from the Blazing Sun Sword Sect had already been inside for over half an hour.
They had spent that entire time on this platform as well.
High-level cultivators had tried their hand along the way, attempting to shatter the ashen-gray light shield, but all efforts were fruitless.
Take, for instance, the young sword cultivator Hong Mei, who struck the light shield eighty-one times with his Nine Yang Flying Sword, yet not even a ripple stirred on the surface.
"Hiss, if this light shield doesn't open, won't we be trapped here indefinitely?"
Anxiety was rare in the narrowed eyes of Fatty Zhao.
He was now a gloriously ranked Qi Cultivation Seventh Level cultivator, judging by the speed at which the cultivation technique autonomously operated within him.
If nothing unexpected happened, he was going to face an accident by the end of the year.
Oh, no, that's incorrect, he was about to reach Foundation Establishment.