"Xiao Fan."
Li Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Xiaofan and smiled gently.
"Are you ready?"
At his words, Zhang Xiaofan nodded.
The confusion and pain had left his face, replaced by nothing but resolve.
"I'm ready."
He looked at Li Xiaoyu, a long-missed smile appearing on his stern face.
"Good."
Li Xiaoyu smiled with relief.
He turned, his gaze settling on the white-clad woman who had always believed in him.
"Xueqi."
Li Xiaoyu looked at Lu Xueqi, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Let's go."
At his words, Lu Xueqi nodded.
She came to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder.
There was no fear on her face, only resolve and unwavering devotion.
Li Xiaoyu, Lu Xueqi, Zhang Xiaofan, Xiao Bai, and Faxiang stood quietly before the vortex, which gave off an ominous aura.
"Let's go."
Li Xiaoyu looked at the others and spoke.
Without hesitation, he was the first to turn into a streak of azure light and race toward the unknown vortex.
The instant his figure touched the vortex, he vanished from sight.
Lu Xueqi followed close behind.
She turned into a streak of white light and plunged into the ominous vortex without hesitation.
Zhang Xiaofan also became a streak of black light, charging toward the vortex that carried his last hope with him.
Xiao Bai and Faxiang did not hesitate either. They transformed into streaks of white and gold light and followed close behind.
One after another, the five figures leaped into the unfathomably deep vortex of time and space.
As Li Xiaoyu's body passed through the vortex formed from light and runes, a strange, wondrous sensation welled up inside him.
He clearly felt himself being torn away from the familiar world by an irresistible force.
His five senses seemed to have been stripped from him.
He could not see,