A little while later, several more disciples joined the group.
They took their places in silence, saying nothing.
"All right, everyone's here. Let's go."
At the front of the group, an elder spoke in a steady, solemn voice.
His gaze swept over the disciples. Once he had confirmed the count, he nodded to another elder outside the Teleportation Formation.
The elder outside nodded back and activated the Teleportation Formation.
His hands formed seals, sending arcane sigils into the formation one after another.
White light erupted from the Teleportation Formation. Silver radiance surged from its Array Patterns and enveloped the entire formation.
The light grew brighter and brighter until it swallowed Qin Yan and the others.
The next instant, all the disciples vanished.
Space twisted. Light flashed, and the Teleportation Formation fell still.
Atop the mountain, only the elder remained, silently watching the formation.
The Temple of Time.
On a platform, the Teleportation Formation suddenly lit up.
Silvery-white light poured from its Array Patterns, illuminating the entire platform.
Ripples spread through the air around the platform. Space trembled faintly, as though something were crossing over from the other side.
"More people from the Holy Land. Prepare to receive them."
Below, a gentle-faced, middle-aged elder in a black robe spoke.
His name was Xuanyuanzi, and he was an elder of the Mystic Sanctuary.
"Yes."
A young disciple beside him bowed slightly and answered with respect, his gaze fixed on the Teleportation Formation.
When the light faded, dozens of Holy Land disciples stood on the platform.
Their figures emerged from the glow, their footsteps ringing crisply against the platform.
They looked around with curiosity.
"Senior Brother Zhou, you're leading the group again?"
Xuanyuanzi smiled when he spotted the figure at the front. His voice held easy familiarity and a hint of teasing.