No idea!
There was simply no way to guess.
And unknown things were often what filled people with the most fear. Those poor Cultivators were all at a loss, wanting to flee yet not daring to, each of them standing there blankly.
Rumble!
A sound like rolling thunder exploded overhead. From within that deep, dark vortex, a person actually slowly walked out.
He wore azure robes, and his appearance was ordinary in the extreme. Yet at this moment, in the eyes of that group of cultivators, he was as powerful as a god.
He turned his head, and the nearby scenery entered his eyes in full.
A faint smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Though he had gone through a few twists and turns, he had finally succeeded in returning to the Nailong Realm.
Then he took a single step forward. His figure blurred and vanished from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already only several dozen zhang away from that group of cultivators, whom one did not know whether to call unlucky or fortunate.
In their eyes, Lin Xuan became even more unfathomable. To describe his movement speed as ghostly was no exaggeration at all.
"We pay our respects to Senior. Many thanks for your life-saving grace."
Seeing Lin Xuan already close at hand, the old man and the barefoot big man finally reacted and hurriedly bent their knees in obeisance to Lin Xuan.
"No need for that. Just now, those devils were seeking death themselves. What annihilated them was the rules of space; it did not have much to do with Lin."
Lin Xuan said this indifferently.
Though there was nothing wrong with those words, to the two Core Condensation Realm cultivators before him, they seemed far too profound. They could only murmur agreement