Lin Ziqing's black shadow vanished, utterly dispersing between heaven and earth.
Lin Heng gathered his thoughts, drew a deep breath, swept his gaze around, and said flatly, "Want to get out? Then we need to understand what Saint Ye's arrangements here were meant to accomplish. That old man really hid himself well. I should've realized long ago that the Kingdom-Destroying Secret Realm was something he created."
"The Illusory World Mirror in my hands must be the Creation Mirror he left behind. Then the disciple he taught must have been the first ruler."
"But why did the entire fortune kingdom vanish in the end? It was wiped away by a giant hand—whose hand was that?!"
"Lin Ziqing said he didn't know what was happening here. The only reason he could appear here was because he had evaded the scrutiny of destiny outside."
"Looks like Lin Ziqing himself isn't currently in that time and space of the Immortal Realm. He most likely went back home."
"If that's the case, then my bargain-bin dad, Lin Zhique, should be over there too."
"Forget it, forget it. Better think about how to get out first."
Just as he paced back and forth through the fields, a booming voice like the toll of a bell suddenly rang by his ear.
"Rebel Disciple, come to Cloud Sparrow Palace at once."
Saint Ye's voice had arrived.
Without another word, Lin Heng set off for the palace at the very summit.
It had only been a few blinks of an eye, yet the first great hall had already been built. He had to admire the speed of those laborers.
After arriving at the great hall, Lin Heng looked around. The exterior was resplendent in gold and jade, while the interior resembled a stone grotto, entirely devoid of decoration.
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