Still as calm as ever, without a single ripple!
The four entered the Formation, like clay oxen into the sea, completely without trace or news.
The crowd outside the Formation had been waiting for a long time, yet saw no sign of a response.
"This..."
"Could it be an Illusion Array?"
"How can there be no reaction whatsoever?"
"Could it be that..."
As they looked upon the unchanged Purple Cloud Mountain, the expressions of the crowd gradually grew more solemn, and the Pseudo Core cultivators were especially anxious and uneasy.
This was, after all, four Golden Core Cultivators who had entered the Formation, yet there was not the slightest response.
Were they trapped by the Illusion Array, or slain by a lethal Formation?
The crowd didn't dare to think further, their only choice was to look to Old Ancestor Jingyue.
Jingyue remained silent, without a word for a long time.
The atmosphere was heavy, oppressing the hearts of those present.
