Second Generation Moon God and Bi Luo chattered over one another as they explained the changes in the Purple Gold Corridor at each step.
To move forward through this corridor, one only needed to take five steps to walk out.
As for what happened when one retreated, they did not know.
Nor did Chu Qing care.
Because he had never intended to retreat.
Because:
This place might be Liuli's residence.
"Liuli's residence is mine."
"Other than me, no one else can even dream of controlling it!"
After ending his contact with Bi Luo and the others, he lifted his leg and took a step forward.
Inside the palace:
Bi Luo's monstrous prodigies immediately laughed. "This guy really doesn't know whether he's alive or dead!"
"I thought he would stand still and wait!"
"Who would have thought he'd march into a deathtrap without knowing his own limits!"
"When we joined forces to force our way out back then, we even lost a Martial Arts Myth and severely damaged a strange treasure!"
"He... probably won't even make it past the first step!"
Second Generation Bi Luo and Moon God exchanged a glance, despair filling their hearts.
It's over!
Their partner had been scrapped.
Second Generation Bi Luo sighed and sent Moon God a voice transmission. "Think about how we should write the obituary!"
"Although Chu Qing is dead, at least let the people of the Square Inch Gathering remember him!"
"After all, he did open up a Square Inch Land slot."
Moon God felt that made sense.
The two racked their brains over the obituary.
At that moment, Chu Qing took one step, and space-time seemed to change.
The Purple Gold Corridor vanished.
All that remained was a vast, empty wilderness.
The wind rose!
Golden sand surged from all directions, blotting out