Su Mo had a dream, a very, very long dream.
In the dream, he returned to the Azure World, returned to the Heavenly Spirit Sect.
He was still a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, and all the people he knew there were still alive.
Huangfu Qing was there, An Nuan was there, Hong Qingxuan was there, and Qian Xun Yue was there as well.
He climbed to the summit of Profound Heaven Peak and saw Qian Xun Yue. She was still as beautiful as ever, dressed in a pure white gown as she fed a brilliantly colored spirit crane.
She looked tranquil and gently beautiful, as though untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world.
But at that moment, a great host of Witch Tribe members suddenly appeared in the sky, their powerful auras blanketing heaven and earth.
With a wave of their hands, the Witch Tribe experts brought heaven and earth crashing down. The Heavenly Spirit Sect was destroyed, the land was destroyed, the heavens were destroyed—everything was destroyed.
Everyone died. Qian Xun Yue died too!
Watching this scene, Su Mo roared with blazing eyes, but it was all in vain.
Abruptly, his consciousness snapped awake.
Whoosh!
In the starry sky, Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.
"My heavens!"
Heng Fei jumped in fright at Su Mo's sudden movement, then immediately rejoiced. "Brother Su, you're finally awake!"
Su Mo swept his gaze around. Seeing that he was in the starry sky, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed they had escaped.
"Heng Fei, how is it? You weren't injured, were you?" Su Mo asked gravely.
"How could I be?"
Heng Fei smiled confidently. "What great storms and waves have I, Heng Fei, not seen? How could a trifling Witch