At dawn, the sky gradually began to brighten.
The pale blue sky was inlaid with a few fading stars, while the earth was hazy and indistinct, as though shrouded in a veil of silver-gray gauze.
Yao Zhuang stood at the entrance of Cuiwei Market Town, watching countless members of his race roar toward the distant Netherworld Fierce Land.
He turned to glance at the group of Celestial Race Void Refining Stage old monsters behind him and smiled faintly.
"You should go as well. Stay in contact at all times..."
The group of Void Refining Stage old monsters hurriedly saluted him, then turned and left.
Watching the backs of his many fellow clansmen, Yao Zhuang turned to look at Huan Kong once more, then boarded a massive flying shuttle and left the market town.
Huan Kong sighed inwardly. Just now, he had wanted to speak several times and offer Yao Zhuang his advice, but in the end, he had given up.
Although the divination cultivators within the race had divined that boy's location, it was very likely a trap set by the other party.
Forget it. Even if he said something, those fellow clansmen would not listen anyway.
At that moment, Venerable Jikong and the others were suspended in the air, staring at the deep ravine stretching over a hundred miles across the ground.
Even after so much time had passed, wisps of biting Sword Intent still lingered within the deep ravine.
Venerable Jikong raised his head and glanced again at the Spatial Rift in the sky.
"Junior Brothers, have you figured out anything...?"
Hearing this, an Integration Stage old monster from the Demonic Sect chuckled.
"Those few boys were right. This sword strike truly contains a trace of the Great Dao..."
"Could this boy really have come from a Lesser