Qin Luo did not respond immediately, but instead calmed his eyes and began to assess the danger of the cold wave.
The cold current continuously impacted the Primordial Chaos Aura surrounding the four people. Under the onslaught of the cold current, a thin layer of ice gradually condensed on the surface of the Primordial Chaos Aura, but it prevented the cold current from getting any closer.
Qin Luo carefully weighed the situation in his mind. Although the cold air was bone-chilling, it was still within his current strength to withstand.
Nian Zhi, his expression softened, and looking at the gradually improving spirit array above, he comforted everyone:
"No need to worry. In my opinion, this spirit array is not simply for killing, but more like a test, or a selection process."
At this point, Qin Luo's gaze swept over the crowd struggling in the cold:
"The fact that this cold wave can disrupt the rules of the academy competition shows that it is far more powerful than this, but it did not wipe everyone out instantly. You see, those who are slightly stronger can still barely hold on. This suggests that the person who set up this formation may be trying to select certain people from among us who meet specific conditions through this extreme method."
Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue and the other two women seemed to be deep in thought, observing the surrounding situation.
Meanwhile, everyone inside the formation was struggling to hold on. Apart from a very few Spirit Tribulation cultivators, everyone else was frozen and perished.
Screams and desperate cries echoed within the ice cave, and as time passed, the extreme cold mercilessly reaped one vibrant life after another.
Not far away, Sikong Xiu was also struggling to hold on. Although she could still withstand the chill, she couldn't help but feel anxious when she glanced at the Huanmeng Sect members in her group who were clearly about to give up.
This teammate is a powerful asset to her in the competition for university admissions, so she can't afford to be eliminated here for no reason, or even lose her life.
Sikong Xiu sighed softly. Originally, she was going to save this trump card for the most crucial final stage, but she was forced to reveal it soon after stepping onto this broken continent.
Sikong Xiuyu clasped her hands together, instantly forming a hand seal, and spiritual energy surged forth from her dantian. Accompanying this surge of powerful spiritual energy, a giant butterfly silhouette appeared behind her.
The butterfly's wings spread out, its feathers resembling a carefully painted sunset, with scarlet, orange-yellow, and light purple colors interwoven and blending naturally to outline flowing patterns.
In this snow-covered, silvery landscape, the shimmering light of the butterfly's shadow was dazzlingly beautiful.
As soon as the butterfly's shadow solidified, it spread its enormous, flowing wings and began to flutter. In an instant, a dazzling river of light poured down from the butterfly's wings, forming a light curtain that protected the people of the Illusionary Dream Sect from the harsh attacks from the outside world.
"Hmm, the Soul-Sweeping Butterfly, ranked fifth on the Beast Ranking? That's quite a coincidence; I dealt with a Sweeping Butterfly not long ago..."
A hint of amusement flashed in Qin Luo's eyes as he gazed with interest at the River of Light not far away.
Although as one's cultivation level continues to improve, the assistance provided by the soul contracts signed at the Soul Contract Realm will become increasingly weak.
Therefore, cultivators ranked outside the top 100 on the Beast Ranking choose to integrate their Soul Contracts into their Qi Sea upon entering the Spirit Control Realm, thereby making them a part of their cultivation and further enhancing their strength. After all, compared to these useless Soul Contracts, their own strength is the foundation for survival.
Normally, only soul beasts that rank among the top ten of the Ten Thousand Beasts Ranking, and those that have formed a contract through the extremely special method of a life contract, are capable of accompanying cultivators all the way, providing them with stable assistance, until they step into the transcendent realm of the Saint.
Even more powerful than the top ten soul beasts on the list of all beasts are the legendary monsters that are most widely known in the world.
The legends of these mythical beasts have been passed down among mortals, becoming the aspirations of countless people embarking on the path of cultivation.
However, in the eyes of the sages, these legendary monsters were nothing more than the descendants of ordinary divine beasts, and some of them were not even of pure bloodline.
The Soul-Stirring Butterfly that is now presented to everyone is, in essence, one of the mottled bloodlines of the Sweeping Clouds Divine Butterfly.
Although it only has a mottled bloodline and failed to inherit all the characteristics of the Sweeping Clouds Divine Butterfly, it still firmly occupies a prominent position in the top five of the list of all beasts thanks to its unique abilities.
At this moment, the members of the Illusionary Dream Sect gradually regained their footing under the protection of the Soul-Swaying Butterfly, and they began to recover in an orderly manner under the protection of the light barrier.
And so, the situation gradually came to a head. Apart from Lingyuan Sect and Huanmeng Sect, more and more people were frozen into ice sculptures, mercilessly shattering in the biting wind, scattering ice shards and reaping one life after another.
Only a handful of individuals with exceptional strength at the Spirit Tribulation Realm remained, including the leading woman from Luoyan Academy and the burly man from Tongtian Academy.
However, they were extremely listless at the moment, their eyes filled with exhaustion and despair, their bodies swaying precariously, looking as if they might be swallowed up by the cold wind in the ice cave at any moment.
The leading woman of Luo Yan Academy had disheveled hair clinging to her pale cheeks, her delicate body covered by a thin layer of ice. Each breath seemed extremely difficult, and the flow of spiritual energy within her body was extremely chaotic. She gazed at the broken ice sculptures around her, which were once her fellow disciples, her eyes filled with sorrow.
The burly man from Tongtian Academy, whose once robust and powerful body was now limply supporting himself on the snow, had his greatsword frozen in the ice and snow. His hands gripped the hilt tightly, veins bulging on his arms, but he was too weak to swing it anymore.
He could only gasp for breath, each exhale instantly condensing into icy mist that spread before him, blurring his vision. His eyes held both anger at the sudden disaster and guilt for his inability to protect his fellow disciples.
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