A moment later...
The intense light gradually faded, and the hum ceased.
The Secret Chamber returned to its former dimness and silence. Only the five-colored Light Screen continued to flow slowly.
By then, the enormous Teleportation Array platform stood utterly empty.
Cheng Buzheng had vanished without a trace, having already crossed who knew how many tens of thousands of miles.
Elsewhere.
Secret Realm, Ping'an City.
This colossal city, floating within an independent space and shrouded in boundless spirit mist, was steeped in an atmosphere of tranquil peace.
At the city's center stood the grandest Teleportation Hall. Spirit Light flickered within it all year round; it was a vital passage connecting to the outside world.
Suddenly, a large Teleportation Array platform in the hall's core area burst into brilliant radiance, and spatial fluctuations surged violently!
The next instant, an incomparably condensed flowing light, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, shot out from the center of the array platform.
Ignoring the hall's dome, it pierced straight through the void and appeared above Ping'an City.
The flowing light was so swift that it had already surpassed the limits of what an ordinary Mortal Cultivator's Divine Sense could perceive.
Like a teleportation, it left only a faint trace of spatial ripples in the air before crossing the skies over half the city and plunging toward its deepest region.
Throughout the entire process...
the Cheng Immortal Clan disciples patrolling Ping'an City, and even some Golden Core elders stationed throughout the city, not one of them noticed that a streak of flowing light carrying an aura that made their hearts quail had flashed across the skies above their heads.
At the same time.
Deep within Ping'an City, inside a secluded little courtyard guarded by layers upon layers of formations.
Within a Quiet Room, sandalwood incense