The very fabric of reality seemed to warp slightly around them, responding to the immense energies they commanded.
Ripples of distortion spread outward from each cultivator, their auras clashing and intertwining in a deadly dance. The jade pillars groaned under the pressure, hairline cracks appearing in their flawless surfaces. Motes of light from the starry ceiling above began to flicker and dim, as if the very heavens themselves were cowering in the face of the assembled power.
Yet, amidst this growing storm of hostility, two figures remained eerily calm.
Xue Qingyi and Bai Yuehan maintained their composure. Their ability to remain unaffected by the suffocating atmosphere was a testament to their own formidable cultivation bases.