This stretch of heaven and earth was peculiar. Even True Immortals could not send their consciousness out of their bodies, and flight was difficult.
Yet now they were all rising on rosy clouds. Whether auspicious stars shone upon them and they would shatter the void to depart, or this was an omen of great disaster with a bloodstained road wavering ahead, they probably would never return.
Qin Ming sighed. "My brocade landscape, my rivers and seas stretching ten thousand miles-so they could last only a single lifetime."
He looked down at the vast Ice Wasteland, his gaze piercing the white snow to reach the distant horizon. He had never imagined he would leave so abruptly, in such a manner.
Zhou Tian was beside Qin Ming and asked quietly, "Sixth Brother, what are you thinking?"
Qin Ming said, "This world was like one great dream. Ten thousand miles of picturesque mountains and rivers, vanishing in an instant. A pity there are still enemies whose heads I haven't taken. This bitter anger is hard to vent."
For example, the remnants of the Heng Dynasty-the Wu Family. Several ringleaders remained alive. Letting them off like this would be far too generous.
Zhou Tian said, "I thought it was something serious. However great heaven and earth may be, can they compare to ascension? What do those worldly affairs on the surface amount to? Don't dwell on them. Spells barely manifest here, and we're finally leaving. We should count ourselves fortunate."
Mu Shinian spoke. "The road ahead is unknown. Fortune and disaster are hard to predict."
Meng Zhiyu said, "I fear the dagger is showing now that the map has unrolled. Something is deeply wrong with this world. Even if this truly involves a chance to leave, it won't be that simple."
Endless light rain,