The Invasion by Eight Silk Island Master

The civilians in Fu Jun City looked upwards with hope. They watched as enormous distorted spatial cracks appear from the horizons, stretching through the sky before turning all devils into ashes.

Some were so excited that they teared up.

And some began kneeling down bawling.

All sorts of emotional manifestation could be seen in the city.

After all, cultivators would temper their Dao Hearts over time. The only difference between cultivators would be the level of their Dao Hearts. Nonetheless, most that lived for a long period would have sufficiently strong beliefs! The stronger their beliefs, the more things they were involved with and the more unwilling they were to die; there were simply too many things they wanted to do in their lives.

When the Blood Sacrifice descended, they felt unwilling yet helpless at the same time! Hence, when Xue Ying pulled them out of their nightmarish abyss, it was normal for their emotions to manifest out.