Amidst this atmosphere intertwining joy and anticipation, a discordant voice cut through the air like a cold wind, breaking the general jubilation. Several rogue cultivators, each with a different expression yet all revealing a trace of imperceptible cunning, slowly stepped out from the crowd. Their gazes shifted between Limo and Haofeng, as if they were brewing some sort of conspiracy.
The first rogue cultivator to step forward was a middle-aged man with a rugged face and a booming voice: "Master Limo, though we hold great respect for the establishment of the Wanren Guizong Pavilion, doubts still linger in our hearts. May I ask, will the operation of such a massive formation heavily consume the spiritual qi of the East Continent, making our cultivation resources even scarcer?"
At these words, the surroundings instantly quieted down. Many cultivators wore dubious expressions and began to whisper among themselves. Limo's expression remained unchanged, maintaining his composure and confidence. He slowly walked down the altar, coming before the rogue cultivator, and spoke in a tone that was gentle yet firm: "This fellow Daoist asks a good question. But please rest assured, the Wanren Guizong Pavilion is not a consumable formation in the ordinary sense. It does not rely on consuming spiritual qi to maintain its operation; instead, by gathering the fortune of various places across the East Continent, rearranging and harmonizing it, it allows spiritual qi to be distributed more e…
Chapter 114