Cultivation was cruel. These young heroes, numbering almost a hundred thousand, felt the numerous gazes cast at them as the multicoloured light barrier crumbled. Some sympathy here, ridicule over there, and even glee from some others. They could sense the hidden yet unmistakable disappointment from their families and Masters, feeling the urge to vanish from the moment. Anything that could take them away from these looks that seemingly reflected their worthlessness and inadequacy.