That black line grew wider and wider.
It went from a finger's width to a fist's width, then to an arm's width. The black fissure expanded outward, faint light flowing along its edges, as though space itself had been torn open to expose its "insides."
Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing stood up at the same time.
Yun Wanlan took half a step back and reached for the bowstring on her back... a habitual gesture when she was nervous.
The fissure kept growing.
Ten seconds later, it had formed a complete archway, about three meters tall and two meters wide.
Dark gold patterns of light flowed around its edges. At its center was pure black... not darkness, but "nothingness."
The kind of black where nothing existed.
Chen Siyao stared at the archway.
She had seen this before.
The Bahrain Desert. The last time her brother had gone to the Guixu World.
This time, the archway stood three meters in front of her. The oppressive sensation of space being forcibly torn apart washed over her, raising tiny goosebumps on her skin.
"Let's go."
Chen Hao turned around and said those two words to the three of them.
His tone was no different from saying, "Dinner's ready."
Yun Wanlan froze for a moment. Then her shoulders loosened, and her body finally relaxed after several minutes of tension.
The Venerable really did have a way.
She had known he would.
Yang Wanqing's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. Finally, she blurted out, "Master! You knew how to get to the Taiyin Realm all along?"
"Yes."
"Then why didn't you just take us there earlier?"
Chen Hao glanced at her.
"Courtesy."
"..."
That answer left Yang Wanqing speechless.
Chen Siyao reacted quickly. She picked up the Recording Crystal from the coffee table and angled it