In mere breaths.
Whether it was the steel monstrosity as colossal as a mountain, or the crimson meteor that scattered the dark clouds and tore across the heavens.
Both vanished without a trace, leaving only a straight white streak across the sky.
The residual spiritual energy within the city seemed to have been affected by the glowing structure behind that steel giant, becoming incomparably violent, to the point that Mu Yong did not dare absorb even a fraction of it.
The engine's roar still lingered in his ears, buzzing as though he stood beside a beehive.
Mu Yong's gaze was somewhat unfocused.
The two had come swiftly, and departed just as swiftly.
If not for the various abnormalities still remaining in and around the city, he might even have suspected that everything he had just seen had merely been an illusion...
He stared in the direction in which they had departed for quite some time.
"Senior Brother Mu, just now, that..."
The voice from behind jolted Mu Yong back to himself.
Turning around, he saw that the Miao-class disciples who had scattered in panic due to the sudden turn of events had all returned. Several of them were looking at him uneasily.
Ever since he had tricked those few people into the Disciplinary Hall that day, the remaining Miao-class disciples, regardless of what they had thought before, had all started calling him "Senior Brother."
Their expressions were uneasy. The person at the front asked, "Those things just now..."
From the high spirits of being selected and setting foot upon the immortal path, to the resentment of having their cultivation extracted day after day by the Xuanxiang Heavenly Track, to the helplessness of accepting reality.
Now, all that remained was bewilderment and worry for the future.
After all, even Mu Yong,