Mola and his group immediately went on high alert, their expressions solemn as they surveyed their surroundings.
The situation before them was blatantly obvious. Not only had the colossal waterfall suddenly been pulled closer—as if dragged from a hundred thousand meters away to within ten thousand meters—but the deafening roar of the rushing water was also like the endless, booming thunder of the ancient Great Dao. It echoed through the Nine Heavens, shaking the world with its ear-splitting volume.
Furthermore, their surroundings were now packed with Cultivators. They stood in clusters and crowds, a far cry from the mere three hundred or so Cultivators in their isolated group from before!
"They're actually... they're all within this thirty-thousand-meter zone!"
"Nearly ten thousand Cultivators are gathered here. It's densely packed with people, yet none of us knew about each other!"
GASP!
Everyone present couldn't help but gasp in shock.
