There was not much time to think. The massive stones resembling mountains came straight at us, their sheer size imposing a threat to our lives. Would mere stones end a powerful cultivator like myself? Yes, they could.
We were unable to use our Qi while down there, presumably because of some special formation, so getting trapped amidst the stones would make life difficult for us. I would likely die if that happened.
So I did not linger around too much! Why would I? Heck, Ma Chen thought the same way, and he too dashed toward the temple's staircase, our legs moving as fast as lightning, and with each stride, our hearts pounded faster.
The adrenaline kicked in, and my mind could only think about the extraordinary things we, as cultivators, could do. If that were me in my old world, in a similar situation, then I would just die without having the power to change by fate.
