Bang——
These few cultivators with wooden expressions didn't even make a sound before they directly turned into ash, scattered and blown by the force, falling into the vortex of the Realm Sea before them...
The bald youth finally nodded in satisfaction, with a smile blossoming like light spreading across his face, folded his palms together and bowed to the few men:
"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Supreme True Buddha... Thank you all for sacrificing yourselves for righteousness, may you attain blissful afterlife, achieve Dao and become immortal."
He then glanced at the void, turned around, and stepped into the vortex.
His figure gradually disappeared.
As he vanished, the vortex's ripples silently smoothed out and eventually disappeared...
In the void, everything was smooth as if the vortex in the Realm Sea had never appeared.
In the distance.
Under the cover of the treasure mirror.
