Following the display put on by the top disciples and Max, whose effortless adaptation had left a deep impression on everyone present, the remaining disciples of the Thirty Third Hall finally began to gather their courage.
One by one, they stepped forward from the edge of the star shuttle and descended onto the surface of Planet Cyrus, their expressions filled with tension and determination.
The moment they landed, the brutal reality of Cyrus revealed itself. Crushing gravity pressed down on their bodies, forcing many of them to stagger or bend their knees, while violent flames surged around them as the active flame laws lashed out indiscriminately.
Some disciples gritted their teeth and endured, circulating their cultivation with everything they had. For these individuals, the adaptation was slow and painful. It took them minutes of struggle before the flames gradually receded and the pressure lessened enough for them to stand upright.
