The moment Mu Lingzhu vanished, an intense surge of energy suddenly came from the direction of the Hongmeng Mountain Range.
A figure rode the Chaos Aura as he raced over, surrounded by the phenomena of four constitutions that had yet to fully subside—Chaos Aura condensed into clouds beneath his feet, Space-Time Law twisted into ripples at his side, Destiny Threads flickered in and out of sight, and a phantom of stars brightened and dimmed with his breathing.
It was Wang Xian.
He had only just stabilized his injuries in the Hongmeng Mountain Range when he sensed the energy tides beyond the realm barrier abruptly calm, and the emerald bamboo shadow that had pierced heaven and earth vanish without a trace.
An inexplicable pang rose in his heart, driving him to rush over without regard for anything else.
At a glance, Wang Xian saw the devastation at the center of the battlefield—the torn fragments of time-space had yet to heal, the remaining Heaven Realm origin was still sizzling as it burned, yet the figure in the green dress was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Xian abruptly released his divine sense. His four constitutions activated at once, and his divine sense swept across billions upon billions of miles of Chaos like a tidal wave. Yet whether it was the lingering golden radiance of the phantom palace or the traces left by the bamboo sword cutting through the void, he could not find Mu Lingzhu's aura. It was as though she had never appeared.
"How could this be..."
Wang Xian's shoulders slumped, his eyes filled with disappointment. In the end, he had still arrived one step too late.
"Hey, little fellow, who are you looking for?"
Yaoyao's languid voice came from nearby.
She leaned against a Chaos crystal, the stains on her blood-red