The oppressive pressure of Apex Fusion cultivators blanketed the entire grand event. Most attendees had never even encountered a Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone a pressure of such magnitude. Countless cultivators turned pale, their bodies swaying before collapsing to the ground with dull thuds.0

“Lie prone on the ground! Maximize your contact area with the ground!” a cultivator from the authorities shouted, guiding the crowd to mitigate the damage.2

Meng Jingzhou and the other three clutched their spirit treasures, neutralizing the effects of the oppressive aura. These were standard-issue spirit treasures for every immortal sect disciple—Meng Jingzhou’s pebble that was shaped like the Body Refinement Peak, Bai Ming’s five-colored disc, Lan Ting’s full moon embroidery, and Yan Tianzhi’s palm-sized prison cage—each reflecting the distinct traits...0