Miracle?

"Did they disturb the Wind-Thunder Spirit Flowers in the Medicine Garden?"

"Most likely."

"Even Luo Mo of the Ethereal Holy Land wasn't a match for that Thunder Fiend Beast."

"They're dead for sure. What a pity about Nangong Jinse—such an excellent Cauldron. If I could Dual Cultivate with her for a while, I'd definitely break through to the Transformation Profound Realm Stage 1. And now she's just going to vanish like this."

"You must be dreaming. I heard a Vice Pavilion Master of the Earth Pavilion at the Transformation Profound Realm Stage 2 has been pursuing her, yet Nangong Jinse never agreed. You're only at the Pocket Dimension Late Stage—if that isn't dreaming, what is?"

"Get lost! Can't I at least think about it?"

The Thunder Fiend Beast paid no attention to the crowd below, whose expressions had changed drastically. It kept chasing the two people ahead, continuously unleashing bolts of lightning.

The exploding lightning serpents made even the void tremble.

"We're almost there." Chen Mo suddenly spotted rolling mist ahead. Within it were patches of shattered, sacred rosy light—the formation evolved from the blood of the Supreme God.

However, it had ultimately been formed from blood, and so much time had passed. The formation was no longer whole, but rather heavily fragmented.

Yet fragmented as it was, anyone who underestimated its power would surely lose their life.

Carrying Nangong Jinse in his arms, Chen Mo rushed into the mist. He did not dare touch the rosy light, carefully weaving around it as he advanced. Fortunately, he was not very large.

"Alright, we should be safe now. It probably won't dare come in."

Chen Mo hid beside a patch of rosy light and let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to set Nangong Jinse down, the