Time slipped by, minute after minute.
1 hour passed. The great array ran at full force, blazing firelight towering through the hall, and still it accomplished nothing.
2 hours passed. Spiritual power continued to drain away, and the eight immortals' auras weakened by a thin margin. The golden radiance remained as steady as a mountain.
Within the Soul-Refining Hall, the air grew heavier and heavier. No one spoke. Only the low hum of flame burning through the void remained.
The calm composure on Venerable Starwick's face faded little by little. First, his expression tightened into a grave stillness. Then his gaze turned deep and uncertain. In the end, his eyes fixed on the scene before him as if the sight itself had broken every rule he knew.
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