After dinner.
Heibai, Huo Ling'er, and Mu Wanqing had already taken their leave.
Now that the Path of Creation in the Reincarnation Secret Realm had drawn the attention of the entire world, and Mu Qianning and Wu Xiaokun had already headed for Taiyin Continent and Sun Continent, they naturally had to hurry over as well.
Li Fan returned the five ancient bronze lamps to the study. After adding kerosene to the two newly arrived bronze lamps, he went back to rest.
Among the six ancient bronze lamps, the black flames flickered erratically. Within those black flames, six identical men suddenly appeared, sitting cross-legged atop the wicks.
That night, although the ancient, timeworn books on the bookshelf trembled, they did not dare approach.
The longbow hanging on the wall opened by itself, and an arrow was already nocked on the bowstring.
The rusted long sword, meanwhile, let out a soft ring.
In the Small Courtyard.
"Six lamps."
Old Mother Hen's voice rang out as she said:
"Soon..."
"The Path of Creation is opening... The darkness will never tolerate the Path of Creation succeeding. I'm afraid there will be a great battle..."
The Path of Creation could carry an entire world and escape into the river of time.
And the Darkness Dome would never sit by and watch living beings leave this age and survive in another era.
"Then let's fight! What's there to fear? If this continues... the master's cultivation really will fall away completely!"
The dragon clan's voice came from the pond, filled with indignation.
"If the master's cultivation falls, all the world's experts will become lambs waiting for slaughter. We might as well fight now—perhaps there will still be a thread of hope!"
Old Mother Hen cast a cold glance toward the pond.
"So brave, are you? Why