A massive gathering of cultivators had assembled on the expansive floating island, all standing in an organized perimeter around a towering black monolith that pierced the dark sky like a spear. Great Treasure did not know what grand event was taking place in this area, nor did he care. In his current state, he simply desperately craved a savior to stand between him and his impending doom.
"Help! A deranged cultivator is slaughtering everyone in sight for a sinister cultivation ritual!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, ensuring his voice carried across the void so the thousands of cultivators gathered on the island could hear him clearly.
In an instant, he became the absolute center of attention. Although Great Treasure was still ten miles away from the main island, his high-pitched cries resonated across the terrain, and almost everyone in the crowd immediately recognized his identity.
