As the Dark Turmoil outside slowly began to unfold,
the Lingbao Formation Diagram stationed around the Fortune Ground had fully revived. The illusory diagram gradually solidified, its entire form blooming with unprecedentedly resplendent immortal light.
A killing aura surged into the heavens.
Yet this was not an attack. It was instinctively restraining itself with all its might, concealing every trace of this place as it resisted the carpet-like search of the five Supreme Beings from the Big Dipper, whose senses had already spread throughout the starry sky.
Rustle...
The divine spirit of the formation diagram fluctuated violently, actively communicating something to Tan Lin, as though asking a question.
Nearby,
as time passed, the Chaos Qi around Li Qingjue churned ever more violently.
Her aura rose and fell, thoroughly nearing its conclusion.
Although she could vaguely sense some of the earth-shaking changes outside, she seemed to temporarily shut them out with sheer force of will in the next instant, focusing wholeheartedly on breaking through that final barrier.
In her eyes at this moment, the one who had died was not her brother, and the one being harvested was not her master. What did any of it have to do with her?
Suddenly,
Tianling had opened her eyes at some point as well.
She slowly rose to her feet. Her purple robes fluttered faintly amidst the spreading Chaos Qi and the immortal light of the formation diagram, while her glistening gaze turned toward Tan Lin.
The turmoil outside had erupted, yet there was not a trace of expression on her incomparably beautiful face.
She merely gazed tenderly at Tan Lin's profile with those Purple-Gold Strange Eyes, watching him silently stare into some point in the void.
Tap... tap...
The next moment,
she took light steps and came to Tan Lin's side.
Standing