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Yet even now, tension and unease remained intertwined in their hearts.

Their palms had clenched tightly from nervousness, and they kept glancing at their wrists. There, the marks left by the Mirage Mirror—the Eye of Observation, as well as the ritual Spell Seal of guidance—would pull them out of this dead end the moment they were activated.

What loosened the tightly strung cord in everyone's hearts slightly was that the sect had clearly noticed this earth-shaking upheaval as well, and had not forced them to remain in this Secret Realm that had turned into Purgatory.

The marks on their wrists... began to emit a pearly white glow.

As the light lit up, a familiar pulling sensation appeared around the Cultivators. It was the sign that spatial teleportation was about to activate.

But very soon, something that made their hearts sink happened.

The pale glow flowed, and the force of guidance grew increasingly distinct, yet the Cultivators beneath the radiance of the Eerie Blood Moon... did not move in the slightest. They had not been teleported away.

"Bzzz—!"

Not only that, but as the ominous bloodlight gradually deepened and thickened, they instead developed the bizarre illusion that they were constantly sinking into a bottomless abyss, their very forms becoming illusory.

Very soon, however, the surrounding scarlet radiance, growing ever thicker like a churning sea of blood, jolted them awake in terror—this was no illusion!

They were being forcibly stripped from the present world by the power of this Eerie Blood Moon, dragged away, about to sink into its divine kingdom filled with madness and death!

"Damn it!"

"How could this happen?"

"Help!"

At that moment, some Cultivators completely broke down, screaming themselves hoarse in desperation.

Yet others still held sharp, unwavering gazes—or rather, they possessed rock-solid, unshakable faith in the Divine