Some were killed, some gave up, and others continued their pursuit. The brightness of the source of Spirit Qi on Wang Baole surpassed the definition and concept of a torch. It was like a burning volcano. Every cultivator within a two thousand mile radius would immediately sense it.
Those within the hundreds of miles, especially, upon sensing the source of Spirit Qi, immediately stirred and grew excited. Even though they knew that it might be all for naught, the greed in their hearts and the tiniest sliver of possibility still drove them towards the location of the spiritual source.
The Galactic Dusk Sect, for example, had seventy to eighty disciples within the radius. They were scattered throughout the area and on their respective solo hunts inside the Mystic Luna Realm. At that moment, however, an icy glint flickered across their eyes. They started dashing towards the same location.
