The moment the order was submitted, a radiance flashed through the darkness and disappeared in an instant.
"Did the Ancestor manifest?!" The elder, clad in sect attire, stared dazedly at the bags of Spirit Medicine that appeared before him, rubbing his face hard to ensure it wasn't a hallucination before he carefully lifted the Elixirs exuding long-missed Spiritual Energy, "We're saved! Everyone is saved!"
Behind him was a semicircular hovering Array dominating the earth, with cultivators in similar attire sitting cross-legged at intervals, blending their own Spiritual Power with the Array.
The pitch-black night and the relentless gale made the warmth within the protective light shield all the more comforting.
Yet, a group of ordinary survivors leaned on each other filled with panic, even the children too afraid to cry, only blankly gazing at the gentle dome of light protecting them.