Xiao Mo raised his eyes, gazing at the fragments of the Dao that filled the sky, fluttering down like falling snow.
They slowly drifted down from high above, finally converging upon the faint, illusory altar.
As the Array continued to operate, the Life Source of the Ten Great Buddhist Temples' Ascension Realm Abbots was not only being extracted but was also being used like Spirit Stones to sustain the Array. Their Root Bones suffered varying degrees of damage as well.
Their Cultivation, once at the Ascension Realm, had now fallen to the Immortal Realm.
And because their Root Bones were damaged, they would likely never be able to step into the Ascension Realm again in this lifetime.
This was all part of Xiao Mo's plan.
From Xiao Mo's perspective, if his plan succeeded, no one's Realm would ever be high enough to threaten Wangxin again.
