To outsiders, the grand spectacle of lightning flashing, thunder roaring, and Heaven and Earth shaking vanished without a trace in an instant.
The sky returned to calm, and the three top-notch powerhouses disappeared in an instant, their whereabouts unknown.
Nüwa continued to stare calmly at Zhurong. She knew a little about Bei Ming's method, so her heart remained utterly undisturbed.
Bei Ming was probably making other plans. She could not be bothered to guess; she would ask him directly once this was over.
Yet deep in Zhurong's eyes, a rare trace of solemnity and concern flashed.
It was not as though he had never seen such a method before.
It bore some resemblance to his elder brother Di Jiang's divine ability to open up space and form a world of his own.
If one were forcibly dragged inside, the outcome would likely be grim.
As Zhurong's thoughts shifted, she recalled what had been said during the previous Ancestor Wizard Council.
Di Jiang had indeed mentioned that Bei Ming possessed a world called "Returning Ruins."
He had even explored it personally. It was quite mysterious, and he had warned All Ancestor Wizards to be especially vigilant if they ever fought Bei Ming.
But the Ancestor Wizards had never feared anyone under heaven. They had always been invincible and fearless—how could they grow timid before a battle merely because of someone else's words?
If they did not personally taste it for themselves, how could they know its secrets?
Besides, abilities involving space were especially difficult to guard against.
At this moment, within the unique terrain of Undying Volcano, Zhurong, who cultivated the Law of Fire, rapidly recovered from his injuries.
The heart Huang Xi had shattered had already re-formed and begun beating again. Although his body had yet to fully recover, he