However, just as they happily set out on the road back to the Immortal Realm, a shocking sight suddenly appeared before them—the Immortal Realm was shrouded in a strange black mist! Like a massive demon, the Black Fog bared its fangs and claws as it devoured every inch of the Immortal Realm.
Everyone's hearts tightened at the sight, and an ominous feeling rose within them. They exchanged glances and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately accelerated, charging into the strange Black Fog like shooting stars.
The moment they entered the mist, a powerful sense of oppression bore down on them, as though countless eyes were secretly watching them. The once-lush flowers and plants of the Immortal Realm had all withered, stripped of life, while the previously abundant spiritual energy had vanished without a trace. Even more terrifyingly, their fellow disciples lay unconscious on the ground, their fates unknown.
The young disciple was furious. His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the Immortal Realm consumed by darkness, silently swearing to uncover the mastermind behind it all. He knew that this was likely no accident, but a scheme laid by the Demon God before its disappearance.
The White-Haired Immortal inspected the scene with a grave expression, his brows tightly furrowed. He discovered that this was no ordinary Black Fog, but an exceptionally vile curse. Not only could it devour the life force of the Immortal Realm, it could also plunge people into unconsciousness.
Just as everyone was beside themselves with anxiety, the runes on the Qiankun Sword suddenly flickered, as if guiding them onward. They exchanged glances. Though doubts lingered in their hearts, they still decided to follow the Qiankun Sword's guidance.
The Qiankun Sword led them through layers of mist until they finally reached the Spirit Spring of the Immortal Realm.