"Everyone, be careful. Don't blow too many at once."
This was not just the obsession of thousands of mortals. Every flame condensed the obsession of at least a thousand mortals.
Blowing out the candle flame meant that the person blowing the fire was willing to accept this obsession.
These wills and obsessions would rush into the fire blower's consciousness.
It was fine if there were hundreds or thousands of them.
However, if there were too many, only a true immortal could withstand them.
Fortunately, not too many were extinguished this time. Daoist Jinghuang had already condensed the three flowers on his head, so he could only pay a small price to endure it.
Otherwise, the power of faith in the thousands of candles was enough to pollute the minds of ordinary Earth Immortal cultivators.
At best, his Essence Soul would be dyed, and his cultivation would be unable to advance further.
