"Fellow Daoists, have you made up your minds?" Lin Xuan raised his head and glanced into the distance, his slow voice entering their ears.
"Do you even need to ask? Life and death are each left to Heaven's will. At a time like this, we can only stake everything on one throw." Zhuge Heaven Origin sighed, and the others had no intention of retreating either.
If, after hearing Lin Xuan's account, they had still held a few doubts about the existence of the Yinhun, then the sudden shocking change just now had wiped out the last shred of luck in their hearts.
Staying here meant certain death, so of course they would choose to enter the Spatial Rift.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Sure enough, he had not misjudged them. Though the four had quite different temperaments, not one of them was a coward.
"Each left to Heaven's will? That won't be necessary. This kind of Spatial Rift is, after all, only short-distance. Even if there is some danger, I, Lin Xuan, have the confidence to pass through safely. I'll take you along for the ride," Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Senior, are you serious?"
The four could not help but be overjoyed, and their gratitude toward Lin Xuan deepened even further.
"What meaning would there be in my lying to you?"
Lin Xuan appeared fully confident. They were already high-level immortal cultivators now, and they were not entirely ignorant of Spatial Rifts. Generally speaking, with this sort of thing, the farther the teleportation distance, the greater the relative danger, and vice versa.
If it was only escaping from this island, Lin Xuan still had a certain degree of assurance.
"Come over. Stay close to my side."
When the Four Friends of Yan Mountain heard this,